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Shadows of tradition

DAMIEN

Sitting at the long, polished table in the council room, I felt the weight of every pair of eyes on me. The council elders watched like hawks, their faces unreadable, eyes sharp.

I knew their looks all too well—the judgment, the constant weighing of everything I did. It made my blood boil...

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