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Chapter 22: The Martyr Complex
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2026-05-27 06:00:14The Great Hall smelled like fresh paint and political panic.
They had tried to cover up the scorch marks left by Cian’s shelling, slapping a thick coat of white gloss over the blackened stone. It didn't look clean; it looked like a serial killer trying to cover up a crime scene with cheap bleach. The smell was giving me a headache.
I walked down the center aisle, my boots clicking against the marble. Armano was a half-step behind me, his hand resting lightly on the s
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