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“This is theft, Your Grace,” Valerius said quietly.

“The Border Marches are starving,” Orran said, sliding the parchment across the oak table. It was a decree authorizing the seizure of grain from the southern granaries—grain belonging to the merchant-lords who had funded Valerius’s own victory parade. “They hoard while children swell with empty bellies. Sign it.” corruption of champions all text

The corrosion began not with gold, but with a whisper. The new king, a thin-lipped man named Orran who had inherited a treasury gutted by the Tyrant’s wars, called Valerius to a private chamber. No throne, no scribes. Just two goblets of spiced wine and a single sheet of parchment. “This is theft, Your Grace,” Valerius said quietly