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It’s been five years since the heavens themselves decided we deserved a little peace in this death-scented palace.
Five years since the tyrant, Emperor Cassius—yes, that Cassius, the one who used to swing his sword like it was a conductor’s baton and the servants were the orchestra—stopped turning palace corridors into graveyards.
He was a demon in royal robes, a lunatic with a crown, a nightmare given human form. He’d behead a noble for breathing too loud and o ...
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