Once inside the castle's dim interior, the cloaked figure stood still, raising their head slightly but careful not to meet the lord's gaze directly—a sign of respect, or perhaps fear of what those eyes might reveal. "It is done, my Lord," they croaked out, voice rough and strained, like speaking was an effort after so long in silence. The words hung there, a report delivered with the weight of completion, whatever task it referenced now fulfilled. The lord regarded him steadily, his stare piercing, as if looking not at the flesh and cloak before him but beyond, into the essence or the memories hidden within. There was no immediate response, just that intense scrutiny that made the servant shift inwardly, wondering if approval or punishment awaited. Had they performed flawlessly, or missed some detail? The lord's mind, if it wandered, might have reflected on the loyalty of such servants—useful, but ultimately disposable, products of his own making. Then, without a word, he turned and
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