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... rift, had promised unity among the Five Realms. The ink had barely dried before cracks began to form beneath its gilded surface.
Peace, as it turned out, was not the absence of war—it was the constant tending of a fragile, living thing.
And Miraen, now twenty-one, stood at its heart.
She walked through the marble corridors of the Ember Citadel, the center of interrealm diplomacy, with quiet authority. Courtiers, diplomats, and scholars bowed respectfully as she passed, t ...
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