The Scramble of Allegiances

In halls of power, a silent storm brews, With whispers turning to defiant hues. Stalwart sentinels, once firm and aligned, Now dance in disarray, fragments untwined. Unity's fabric, strained and thinly stretched, Seeks to mend the bonds that have been etched. A team in turmoil, in scramble they steer, To contain the compass spinning so near.

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