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Chapter 11: The King’s Toll
Author: Arid Veil
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"Clean this wretched floor," King Veydrik’s voice cut through the heavy, ozone-tainted air of the Royal Forge like a rusted saw blade. He stood in the arched doorway, his gilded cane driving deep into the soot-covered flagstones, his knuckles white beneath jeweled rings. "And do not touch the boy. Not with your bare hands, Koss. Use the tongs."

Tharven Koss didn't flinch. His parchment-dry skin stretched tight over a skull-like grin as he stepped over the charred remains of the Court Mage Malak
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