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Chapter TWENTY-SEVEN

Roman

A few hours ago

With Lord Martin at my side, I hurried through the palace corridors. As we approached my offices, an echo of voices came into range, speeding our steps.

“Your Highness,” the staff said, standing with a bow as I entered.

My attention was divided between Dame Williamson and the voices coming from beyond the closed door of a conference room. “What’s happening?”

“Sir, the chief ...

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