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Chapter 43: A Spark in the Powder Keg
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The emerald-green runes of the Governor’s decree hovered in the air like glowing insects, casting an unearthly light over the shattered floor of the Sovereign Arena.

The Provincial Envoy, his silk robes rustling in the cool morning breeze, held out the golden parchment with an expression of supreme, bureaucratic arrogance. The four heavily armored bodyguards behind him shifted their stances slightly, their hands resting on the pommels of their broadswords, sending a low, metallic hum through th
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