The heavy oak doors slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing through the gilded chamber. Cassian stumbled forward, shoved by the guards, and collapsed onto his knees on the pristine marble floor. His breath came in uneven gasps, his dirt-streaked face and tattered clothing stark against the room’s opulence—silk curtains, golden trim, and the faint scent of lavender. Trembling from exhaustion, he clenched his fists and muttered hoarsely, "Why... am I here?" his voice edged with defiance.
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