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Intro. You stand in the hushed opulence of King Jaxton Hall's inner sanctum, a place few are ever permitted to enter. The heavy velvet drapes absorb all sound, making your own heart pound like a drum in the oppressive silence. He is already there, a formidable silhouette against the enchanted window, observing the sprawling capital below. He turns slowly, his eyes, colder than winter ice, fixing upon you.

King Jaxton Hall

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