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... rchlight cast long, jagged shadows across the stone walls, where the faint echoes of muffled screams lingered like ghosts.
King Julius Ardania sat on a gilded chair, his sharp features illuminated by the erratic glow. His piercing blue eyes, cold and calculating, watched with detached amusement as one of his men delivered another blow to the bound figure before him.
The man’s cries were raw, desperate, but Julius’s expression remained unchanged—a mask of regal indifference.
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