Ethan’s story hung in the air like smoke.
He didn't cry. He didn't ask for pity. He just told the brutal truth of his mother's destruction—how she was used, consumed, and discarded by the empire he now ruled.

Ethan’s story hung in the air like smoke.
He didn't cry. He didn't ask for pity. He just told the brutal truth of his mother's destruction—how she was used, consumed, and discarded by the empire he now ruled.

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