Rudra's POV
The heavy, brass-studded doors of the grand hall loomed before me. For the first time in my twenty-five years of life, the threshold of my own home felt like the entrance to a gallows.
Rudra's POV
The heavy, brass-studded doors of the grand hall loomed before me. For the first time in my twenty-five years of life, the threshold of my own home felt like the entrance to a gallows.
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