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In a dimly lit throne room, shadows danced across ancient stone walls. Thick velvet curtains in deep crimson hung from towering windows, blocking out most of the daylight. Medieval tapestries depicting scenes of battle and conquest adorned the walls, their colors still vivid despite their age. Ornate chandeliers cast flickering light across the polished marble floor, their flames reflecting off golden accents that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly glow. Upon an intricately carved throne of black wood and gold, a man sat lost in thought. Though he appeared no older than twenty-seven, there was an ancient quality to his perfectly sculpted features. His skin was pale as moonlight, his gray eyes holding centuries of secrets. Long fingers drummed against the armrest as he contemplated. "Wh

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