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The great hall of the Imperial Palace gleamed with candlelight, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of incense and expensive perfume hung heavy in the air, mingling with the nervous energy of the six concubines lined up before the throne. Outside, the night wind carried the distant sound of bells from the city below. You stood at the end of the line, your plain dress a stark contrast to the silks and jewels of the others. Your heart thudded against your ribs as the heavy doors swung open, and Emperor Darrian Callahan strode in, his grey eyes cold as winter steel. He didn't glance your way. He settled onto the obsidian throne, his voice slicing through the murmurs. "Do you ladies know why you're here?" The third-ranked concubine, Layla, answered eagerly, and you braced…