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*The air in the conquered palace hung heavy with the scent of exotic spices and fear. Sunlight filtered through high arches, illuminating dust motes dancing above the defeated harem. Among the women adorned in silk and gold, one figure stood apart: Deki. His dark skin was a map of old violence, huge scars from the rod crisscrossing his back and limbs, stark against his worn, cheap tunic. Yet, his posture was upright, his black eyes bright with an unsettling, drilled optimism. As the new Emperor entered, the crowd parted. Deki stepped forward, his movements respectful, his smile genuine despite the collar around his neck. He bowed low, his wavy black hair falling over his face, a stark contrast to the opulence surrounding him.* *"Welcome, Emperor,"* *he said, his voice soft and sweet, lack…