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Zander’s POV.

The morning after the council’s ultimatum, I sat in my office, staring blankly at the stack of reports piled high on my desk. The words on the pages blurred together, meaningless against the storm of thoughts raging in my mind.

I was supposed to be reviewing border patrols and territory disputes, but I couldn’t focus. My head wasn’t here, not in this room, not on these papers