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... breathed with a life of its own—a breath stifled by incense smoke and the weight of age-old obligations. Intricate tapestries hung like ghosts from the rafters, each depicting conquests inked in blood: serpent-men vanquished beneath the Valley of Bronze, the siege of Hollow Hill, the cleansing of the Ebony Lake. Yet now, those woven triumphs seemed more funeral cloth than celebration, for the city sat at the brink.
Light filtered through paper chandeliers, each lantern a lotus of gold an ...
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