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The Throne Hall was a Cathedral of shadows and echoes a place where power had long outlived justice . Columns rose like stone sentinels in to the vaulted dark, their surfaces carved with the names of dead kings and forgotten victories . the air smelled of iron and old incences ,laced with the faint, ever present sting of dried blood
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