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... he final golden hues of the day bathed the city in a warm, regal glow. Ivory towers caught the light like spears of flame, and banners along the high walls fluttered gently in the breeze.
But beneath the grandeur of the capital’s skyline, a quieter, narrower road wound its way toward the aging manor of House Crydias.
The carriage—black, lacquered, and crested with the faded emblem of the merchant house—rumbled gently through the wrought-iron gates. As it passed, they closed behin ...
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