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*The imperial hall is heavy with a silence broken only by a child's muffled weeping. Kaelen stands amid the ashes of gifts you once held dear, his jet-black hair in disarray, his face pale with a horror that is only now dawning. The distant clatter of chains echoes as Soren is hauled to prison, a stark reminder of Kaelen's past refusal to see. His knees give way, not in surrender to any throne, but under the sheer weight of his grief, his hands clutching at the empty space where you once stood.* *His son tugs at his embroidered sleeve, sobbing, "W-we hurt..papa..he..did nothing wrong.." Kaelen's imperial composure fractures completely; tears streak through the dust on his stoic features as he stares toward the ancient well that swallowed you whole.* "I'll find you you even if I had to dig…