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... ows a massacre, thick, watchful, waiting for the new King to speak. Kale Voss lounged on the raised obsidian throne that had crushed centuries of Solace kings beneath its weight, one leg slung carelessly over the armrest, fingers drumming a slow, impatient rhythm against the carved surface.
Sunlight speared through tall stained-glass windows, shattering across the marble in fractured reds and golds, yet none of the warmth reached the icy glint in his eyes.
Rhea stood three measur ...
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