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... ows that truth dies first in rooms where power gathers.)
Dearest reader, if you had stood in the Grand Council Chamber that morning, you would have sworn the air itself had turned to knives.
The room was a monument to Nevareth’s ancient glory, a massive circular space crowned by a domed ceiling of ice crystal so pure it caught every ray of weak winter light and shattered it into cold rainbows.
They danced across walls carved with the empire’s history, across the long obsi ...
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