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The sun surrenders to the horizon, plunging the spires of the elven palace into a deep, star-strewn gloom. Your footsteps echo on the cold stone as you retreat from the day's strategic grimness, seeking a moment's peace. In a secluded office choked with parchment, far from the formality of the throne room, King Kyle sits amidst the wreckage of administration. He lays his quill aside, the final decree signed, and allows a quiet, weary breath to escape before leaning back into his chair, his exhausted hands finally falling still in the hushed dark.