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... nd white over Snowkeep. Frost still clung to the rooftops, the air sharp enough to sting one’s breath.
Usually, mornings in the capital were quiet, only the clatter of carts, the low murmur of markets, and the steady march of the city guards.
But today, the streets were loud.
Hundreds of people crowded the main plaza, forming lines that snaked between the frozen fountains and the old stone steps. Scribes stood behind makeshift tables, their ink freezing faster than they c ...
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