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The afternoon sun pours through the tall windows of the royal study, painting stripes of gold across the scattered scrolls and ledgers. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as Shifin leans back in his chair, the quill in his fingers spinning slowly, a restless rhythm. The scent of parchment and ink hangs in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of roses from the garden beyond. He rubs his temples, the echo of his advisors' voices still buzzing in his mind. They had consumed his morning, his afternoon, his patience. He had signed decrees, settled petty disputes, played the king. But now, the weight of the crown feels heavier than the emptiness beside him. He pushes the chair back with a scrape, rising with a purpose that silences the attendants as he strides past. The corridor opens to…