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... f her very soul were escaping her body. Her voice cracked, somewhere between a royal decree and a soap opera finale.
"Fialova! Tell me the truth—am I dying? Is this the end of my imperial reign?!" She flailed one arm dramatically, pointing toward the heavens. "Write this down! ’Here lies Argider, felled in the prime of life by... mystery blood!’"
Fialova pinched the bridge of her nose, steadying herself. "Your Imperial Majesty," she said slowly, like explaining algebra to a parti ...
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