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... left behind slowly began to heal. While some districts of the capital still bore the quiet weight of mourning, others had begun to hum again with signs of life—street vendors reopening their stalls, school bells ringing in the distance, and the faint music of a lute drifting through an open window.
In the heart of the palace, King Bruno stood on the balcony of his study, looking out over the city. The rooftops of Elysee stretched far into the horizon, red-tiled and sunlit, and for the f ...
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