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The Walk
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2026-08-14 17:03:05"Don't."
"Your — Your Majesty — alarm — "
"Sergeant. Take your hand off the shell. Slowly. Drop your blade. The alarm will reach the great hall in eleven seconds. I can drain you in three. Choose."
"Your Majesty — please — I have a daughter — "
"Then drop your blade."
He drops his blade. His hand comes off the alarm-shell. He stands very still in the gate-arch, his pale-grey scales catching the
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