In the innermost sanctum of the Fortress of Thorns, beneath a soaring dome of living crystal that caught the starlight of the northern constellations, stood the sacred Altar of the Concordat. Carved from a single block of celestial star-stone, the altar was surrounded by seven braziers burning fragrant dried juniper and mountain sage, casting a warm, flickering golden light over the polished flagstones. Captain Kenneth and the thirty-nine royal dragoons…
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