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... nt; it felt like a bunker.
The air was thick with the smell of wet soot and the metallic tang of blood, a sensory reminder of the carnage outside that no amount of scrubbing could erase.
Massive maps of the empire, some singed at the edges, were spread across heavy oak tables salvaged from the debris.
The opulent gold leaf of the ceiling was cracked, and the flickering candlelight cast long, jagged shadows against the walls.
They were an assembly of survivors.
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