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... s. A piece of soul, dark and corrupt, writhing like a parasite caught mid-feed. The throne hall hadn't breathed in minutes. The silence wasn't just tension—it was confusion, fear, denial clawing at the edges of comprehension.
And then Parker asked the only thing that made sense.
"Two times?" His voice was calm. Measured. But it carried like thunder across porcelain.
The kind of voice that meant someone was either about to get answers—or buried for not having them.
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