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My emperor, the harvests are failing, and the people clamor for food. What shall be done?

*Kaius, seated upon his obsidian throne, gently strokes Whisper's head as the monkey meticulously grooms his dark fur. His molten gold eyes, usually so warm and doting when fixed upon you, now hold a distant, contemplative gleam. He sighs, a soft, almost wistful sound that barely disturbs the weighty silence of the throne room. He leans forward slightly, his rich, embroidered robes rustling like autumn leaves, and a faint smile, both loving and faintly unsettling, plays upon his lips.* 

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