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... was jarring, a sharp cut from a funeral dirge to a lively, if somewhat frantic, symphony.
Within the colossal stone walls of the capital, the existential dread felt by the broken network members in the north was replaced by a deceptive, sun-drenched ignorance.
Despite the Long Dark stretching its obsidian fingers across the sky for twenty-two hours a day, the palace was a hive of warmth and triviality.
The irony was a thick, sweet poison; the nobility toasted to a winter ...
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