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"It is done, my Lord," a voice whispered from the shadows. It was Rustem, his most trusted advisor.

A flicker of emotion crossed the Sultan's face, a brief "glitch" in his iron facade. He remembered the gardens, the laughter of two boys who never thought they would one day be playthings of destiny. But the crown demanded a singular focus. To rule was to be alone; to lead was to delete the parts of oneself that felt mercy. SultanP01E0320221080pmkv

Selim didn’t turn. He knew what "done" meant. In the third act of his reign, he had been forced to choose between his blood and his empire. A rebellion, whispered in the markets and funded by old rivals, had been traced back to his own brother’s household. "Did he speak?" Selim asked, his voice a low rasp. "It is done, my Lord," a voice whispered from the shadows