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... rridors of the palace, their footsteps echoing against the cold stone floors. Portraits of past rulers and noble ancestors adorned the walls, their painted eyes seeming to follow every movement, as though assessing the worth of those who walked beneath their gazes.
Banners, richly woven and alive with royal insignia, hung from the high ceilings, the symbols of power undulating in the air like silent sentinels. Each step Lucian took beside Ivan felt like a deliberate power move—an unspoke ...
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