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Valerius laughed. It was the ugliest sound he had ever made. And he kept walking, into the palace, into the hearings, into the long, slow, comfortable death of everything he had once been. The city still called him champion. The children still waved. And somewhere, in a cell beneath the palace, Elara was beginning to understand that the most terrible corruption is not the fall of a good man, but his gentle, gradual, reasonable decision to stop getting up.

“This is theft, Your Grace,” Valerius said quietly. corruption of champions all text

On the way, he passed his own statue. A pigeon had left a streak of white down its bronze cheek. The inscription read: He Never Bent. Valerius laughed