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... erence and unbroken tradition, stood alive with murmurs and flickers of anticipation.
This was the heart of the Vaelthorne Sect, and on this day, as it had been for countless generations, its soaring columns and rune-etched walls bore witness to a moment held sacred above all others, the Awakening Ceremony.
It was the day when the young, having crossed the threshold of their sixteenth year, would stand before the ancestral sigils and be judged by fate itself. It was the only day ...
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