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... all without waiting for further ceremony.
The doors opened inward.
The air inside carried a different scent—oil, damp stone, iron, sweat.
It was the smell of confinement. Of regret. Of things people preferred not to see.
A herald standing near the entrance raised his voice, panic tightening his throat as he nearly stumbled over the words.
"All present—attention! His Benevolent Majesty, King Leon of Nagarath, enters the prison hall!"
The announcemen ...
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