A BROKEN LETTER
Vito in His War Study—Mood Brewing
The war chamber pulsed with tension. Thick with the scent of old ash, tallow smoke, and parchment ink, it felt more like a den than a chamber of governance. Shadows curled along the walls, disturbed only by the flame of two braziers that flickered like they were afraid to stay lit.
The table in the room's center was no ordinary desk. Forged from obsidian, its surface was veined with scarlet metal that glowed faintly in low light—a relic from the mines beneath the Stone Fangs. Across it sprawled war maps, documents, coded ledgers, and half-melted wax seals from every region of the fractured kingdom.
Vito stood over it like
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