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... e Morgain dining hall, stepping into a room thick with tension. The air smelled of roasted meat, steel polish, and cold mountain wind drifting in from the high windows. Long tables stretched across the chamber, filled with soldiers eating in silence.
Not a single weapon or armor piece was summoned.
But every pair of eyes held the same thing:
Fear.
Trafalgar walked past them, boots tapping lightly against the stone floor. Some soldiers stiffened when they noticed h ...
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