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Night had fallen over Zahryssar, but the palace did not sleep.
The desert wind moved across the golden towers like a long whisper, carrying heat even in darkness, yet inside the emperor’s chamber the air felt cold, heavy, and restless.
A single lamp burned near the obsidian table.
Scrolls lay open, records of the western border. Reports from the vault. Names of nobles. Seals of houses.
Zeramet sat alone.
His posture straight, one arm resting on th ...
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