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Chapter 94: The Warlords’ Pledge and The Safety Rock
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... people feel small.
The ceilings were high enough to fly a dragon through. The chandeliers were the size of small houses, dripping with crystals that refracted the light into a blinding, prismatic haze. The floor was polished marble, slick enough to see your own terrified reflection in.
And the noise. It wasn’t loud. It was a low, buzzing hum—the sound of five hundred nobles whispering insults behind silk fans.
I stood at the entrance, clutching my satchel (which contained ...
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