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... rches and glass-tiled domes shimmered in early dusk, but the council chambers stank of impatience. Perfumed nobles murmured behind lace-gloved hands. Generals beat fingers against the lacquered tables. Scribes scribbled false calm into scrolls that would never be read.
They were waiting for a ghost.
The Mad Prince.
The child who had supposedly died in the Dark Continent—a fate that swallowed legends and spat out bones. They scoffed behind closed doors. A miracle, they cal ...
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