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... rliest hours of the morning, the palace usually hummed with the distant sound of servants hurrying about, of brooms against stone, of low conversations drifting down corridors. But today, the air was still. Tense. Heavy. The silence wrapped itself around the golden roofs like a shroud, as if the very stones of the imperial palace had chosen to hold their breath.
It was coronation day.
The dead emperor had yet to be buried yet the ones being coronated did not seem to care.
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