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... Valerius closed the door. It wasn’t a sound so much as a pressure-a pulse echoing through memories that weren’t entirely his. The boy’s mind stored it as parades, glinting helmets, a father’s hand gripping a shoulder in approval. Alistair’s deeper instincts, cold and practiced, saw only a point of crisis: a fulcrum in the West about to slip, a node on the map where the future would pivot. A summons from the emperor’s sickbed was never a kindness. It was the first gambit in the game for survival. ...
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