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Within a year, the man who had once faced down a Tyrant was signing off on the displacement of a village to make way for a royal hunting preserve. “Temporary,” he was told. “The villagers will be compensated.” They were not. He did not check.

“I can’t,” he said. “I’m sorry.” corruption of champions all text

The Champion’s Descent

“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.” Within a year, the man who had once

Valerius knew the truth. He had the guards’ testimony, the bloody boot-prints, the signed confession of a dying captain. He could release it and bring down the crown. But Elara’s words returned: The army is his. Without overwhelming force, releasing the truth would just start a civil war that would kill ten thousand innocents. He did not check

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