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... r the first time since the Syvrak had clawed its way through the city’s foundations, the great iron slabs groaned against the stone, a sound of tectonic industry that echoed across the desolate square. They did not stop at a ceremonial sliver. They swung wide, exposing the throat of the palace to the city it ruled.
Behind the threshold, the outer courtyard had been transformed. Under the meticulous, if harried, direction of the remaining stewards, long wooden tables had been arranged in ...
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