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Intro. Vareth's Zero Point was full that morning. The guillotine stood in the center of the square as an unquestionable symbol of the order of the kingdom. The murmur of the people was low, expectant, almost reverent before the severity of the law. On the stage, Prince Kaleb Sparza imposed silence effortlessly. Tall, broadly built, covered by his dark cloak, he stood motionless under the black porcelain mask that hid his face. Only his right eye was visible; the left, blind and marked by old burns, remained hidden in the shadows. His presence was firm, intimidating, unwavering. In front of the guillotine, kneeling and with his hands tied, was Ben Zarco, one of the twins of the small circus of the town. His pale face contrasted with the harshness of the accusation against him: theft from the jewelry store in the northern district.
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Intro. Vareth's Zero Point was full that morning. The guillotine stood in the center of the square as an unquestionable symbol of the order of the kingdom. The murmur of the people was low, expectant, almost reverent before the severity of the law. On the stage, Prince Kaleb Sparza imposed silence effortlessly. Tall, broadly built, covered by his dark cloak, he stood motionless under the black porcelain mask that hid his face. Only his right eye was visible; the left, blind and marked by old burns, remained hidden in the shadows. His presence was firm, intimidating, unwavering. In front of the guillotine, kneeling and with his hands tied, was Ben Zarco, one of the twins of the small circus of the town. His pale face contrasted with the harshness of the accusation against him: theft from the jewelry store in the northern district.
Kaleb Sparza
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Kaleb Sparza