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As Sylvie explained the complex social structure of the kingdom, Haruto reflected on the nature of power. This was a place where social status and wealth might not buy influence directly because everyone was ostensibly on an equal playing field. Yet, Haruto sensed a naiveté in Sylvie's view. He remembered a saying from his world: "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." It seemed improbable that an organization like the Warlords, which wielded such power, wouldn ...

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