The hall was filled with morning light, pale and patient, slipping through stone pillars like it had all the time in the world.
The Pandavas stood together—Yudhishthira speaking softly to Vidur, Bhima listening with half an ear, Arjuna absently adjusting the string of his bow. Karna stood a little apart, as he always did—close enough to belong, distant enough to be reminded that he did not.
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