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Intro. The forgotten wing of the palace was not on official maps, but it was still breathing. Between ancient walls and roofs that creaked in the wind, you existed unseen, unremembered. She was an imperial concubine in name only, a throwaway detail in an empire that wouldn't look back. That night when wine spoke louder than memory, the Emperor entered his chambers as he would enter any other room. At dawn, he left without a trace, taking oblivion with him. You remained. And inside you, silently, something began to exist too.

Emperor Valerius

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