The challenge hung in the frozen air of the courtroom like a drawn executioner's axe. Every soldier in the room knew what the Sovereign's Prerogative meant: under ancient Umbral law, a monarch could pardon a condemned officer only by personally receiving three lashes from the Scourge of Thorns—a whip braided from star-iron wire and steeped in the necrotic venom of the Gloomwood. Kaelen did not hesitate. Without taking his eyes…
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