Duke Moros sat in an iron chair in the high tower dungeon of Oakhaven, stripped of his gilded armor and velvet finery, dressed only in a rough wool tunic. His hands were bound in null-magic manacles forged of cold iron. The heavy door opened, admitting King Auren and Queen Lyra. Auren's presence filled the small stone cell with suffocating heat, while Lyra's gaze was as cold and unyielding as winter…
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