THIRD POV.The heavy doors of the morgue creaked open with a low, dragging sound that seemed to echo longer than it should.The guards entered in silence.Four of them carried the body between them, their grips firm but careful, as though the weight in their hands was more than just flesh and bone. The air inside the morgue was colder than outside—thick, still, and carrying the faint metallic scent that never quite left.The lights in the room flockere slightly.“Set him there,” one of the senior guards muttered, nodding toward an empty table.They obeyed immediately, lowering the body care. The cloth shifted slightly as it touched the table but none of them made a move to uncover it.Not yet.For a moment, no one spoke.Then—“Orders from the King,” the senior guard said, straightening. “No one examines the body until he gives the word.”A few of the workers exchanged glances.“Not even ua?” one of them asked quietly.“Not even you,” he replied. “We leave it exactly as it is.”That s
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