In the high nursery of the Citadel of the Silver Spires, morning light spilled through soaring arched windows of clear leaded glass, illuminating the room in tones of warm alabaster and pale gold. The heavy iron sconces and black inquisitorial tapestries that had darkened the chamber for centuries had been permanently replaced by delicate white silk hangings embroidered with green ivy and blooming silver thistles. At the center of the…
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