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Chaos reigned in the square: children and women screamed, blades sparkled in red reflections. The crowd churned like a monstrous sea. Without knowing why, Lyramel fell on her stomach on the window sill, pulled the window handle with force and flung open the shutters. A warm, damp wind blew into my face...

“God, what was that?” she whispered in fright, peering into the darkness. From the sky, as before, the stars shone indifferently and coldly, the dog whined plaintively under the house ...

Taking a few deep breaths to ease her heartbeat, Lyramel closed the shutters and pressed her fingers to her temples, the pain throbbing, making it difficult to concentrate.

"Is everything all right, Your Majesty?" came a quiet voice from behind.

Turning around abruptly, Liramel froze in horror. Tall and thin, with pale red hair, Firsar looked at her with slightly squinted shining eyes. His long face was twisted into a wry smile, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.

"Lord Firsar?" What you
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