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... nd and firelight. From his high window in the palace, Alex could hear the distant roar of the crowds, the faint music of pipes and drums from the street festivals, and the pop and hiss of countless celebratory bonfires that painted the underside of the clouds a dull, flickering orange. The city was alive, drunk on wine and religion, utterly oblivious to the silent, deadly play about to unfold within the marble heart of the empire.
Alex stood alone in the center of his vast, torchlit bedc ...
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