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SoK Excerpt - mini side storyWhat brings a Private directly to my chambers at this hour? bellowed the angry voice of the King of the Equines, Xathiador. S-sire, stuttered the Private as he bowed his head to his front hooves, M-my apologies; t-two of your men have not r-reported back for duty; and wewe thinkwe saw s-something earlier at about th-that time. It was hazy, b-but we th-think it was another horse; not one of ours. B-blank glowing eyes a-and the l-like. The Private gasped for breath after finishing the sentence and looked at the marble floor rather than into the kings red eyes. They were wide, and the Kings spike-crowned figure became rigid. That was no horse, Privatethat was the Omen Contretemps. And
she only shows up at the time of a tragedya manifestation of misery itself. Xathiador got to his feet. The Private bowed