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... ld've been luxury. But what he got wasn't either. It was stillness—unnerving, dead still. Not the kind of quiet that brings comfort, but the kind that makes you wonder who's pretending to be calm first. Like a storm paused mid-scream.

The Origin Families had taken their grand dramatics to the throne hall, leaving the real mess behind—his inner circle, his headaches, and his legacy. And now, every important piece on his board sat in that room, orbiting around silence like it was the only ...

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