On a moonless night in late autumn, a thick maritime fog rolled in from the sapphire bay, blanketing the terraced gardens of the High Citadel in a dense, ghostly shroud of white mist. The silence was eerie, broken only by the muffled footsteps of dragoon sentries pacing the outer ramparts two hundred yards away. In the secluded Royal Rose Garden, where the ancient white roses of House Vesper bloomed beside…
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