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... Madrid was thin and biting, a sharp contrast to the suffocating heat of the chambers Pedro had just left.
As they crossed the threshold of the Royal Palace, the heavy oak doors groaning shut behind them, Pedro’s pace remained steady—measured, deliberate. It was the stride of a man who had just been entrusted with something far greater than authority.
It was the stride of a man who had been given purpose.
Baltasar de Zúñiga followed precisely two paces behind, his white-gl ...
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