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... teadfast as ever."
King Alderon and Zarius were seated across from one another, a low table of white marble between them laden with delicate porcelain. Zarius watched the steam curl from his cup. He had arrived only hours ago, barely having time to shake the dust of the road from his traveling cloak before the summons came.
"The North is as it has always been, Your Majesty," Zarius replied, his voice a low, gravelly contrast to the melodic chirping of the palace songbirds. He too ...
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