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d feel the weight of their scrutiny, the silent

her ruled with fear," he said, his voice calm. "And he died wit

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om. "You want proof? Then test me. Challenge me. But understand this-if

ilence. The

cle, leaned back in his chair, nodding slightl

underestimating me, Uncle.

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