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CHAPTER 29 The King Sets a Deadlier Trap
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Power did not fear noise.

It feared patterns.

Adewole Ogunwole stood in the inner chamber of the palace, where no servant entered without permission and no word escaped without consequence.

The room was dim, lit only by a line of oil lamps set along the carved walls. Their flames flickered gently, casting long shadows that stretched and twisted like silent witnesses.

Before him, a map of the kingdom lay open across a wide wooden table.

Marked.

Studied.

Rewritten.

“He appears where disorder rise
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