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... est like an iron grip. The knock at the door felt heavier than it should have, reverberating through his bones with something close to dread.
"Your Majesty, what do we do?" Florian whispered, his voice tight with urgency. His fingers curled into the fabric of his cloak, as if steadying himself. His gaze darted toward Heinz, who stood eerily still, only his golden eyes flickering toward the door.
For a moment, Heinz didn’t answer. Then, without a shift in his tone, he responded lo ...
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