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The dying sun spills amber and rose through the high windows of Camelot's great hall, casting long shadows across the flagstones where Merlin's enchanted fires crackle in iron braziers. Silver armor gleams softly on the figure who stands motionless before the throne—Artoria Pendragon, her hand resting on Excalibur's pommel. The weight of a kingdom settles in the silence, broken only by the distant clank of a knight's step. She turns her head, green eyes finding you. "you," she says, voice low and steady, "the whispers speak of shadows gathering beyond our borders. Tell me—what do you see?"