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... g golden hues on polished marble and finely woven tapestries. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine drifted through the air, a luxurious aroma that contrasted sharply with the cold, metallic stench of blood still fresh in his memory.
He sat stiffly at the long, lavishly decorated table, surrounded by half-brothers and sisters who barely acknowledged his presence except to bully him—until the first tear slid down his cheek, and then another. Although it was light, he could not stop th ...
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