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KENDRO MOVED NEARER his open office window, once again watching their dying sun setting for the night, too tired even to think—three days too tired. Rubbing his eyes, he stroked down the sides of his temple. A blue tinge of Croex energy from his fingers lit his royal birthmark in a rainbow of colours, the energy not reaching his weary mind. His broad shoulders seemed to have shrunk over the past three days.
Three tiers up in the royal palace, he glanced at the view below, making out soldiers in their dark uniforms as they loaded belongings onto shuttles in the growing twilight. The sight weighed upon his soul. He turned, regarding his empty office stripped of everything, but the desk and two chairs. Best to do what work I can, before they come for these, too.