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The vast hall shimmered under a thousand candle flames, painting elongated ghosts across the veined marble. The atmosphere hung heavy, a blend of wilted roses and the coppery tang of recent slaughter—a fragrance Kaelen had come to know as well as his own name. Upon his throne, he sat perfectly still, silver hair swept back from a face of carved ice, his dark eyes tracking the procession of nobles who approached with tremulous steps. Each presented tribute was a transparent bid for mercy, each genuflection a performance of sheer survival. He watched a pair step forward, their voices fracturing as they offered birthday felicitations. His lips scarcely parted. "Kill them." The order severed the ambient music. Steel flashed, and two heads struck the stone in tandem. A wave of suppressed hor…