In the coastal trading port of Blackwater, sixty leagues south of the capital, the natural harbor was a forest of masts, pennants, and brightly colored sails. Where privateer vessels and cartel galleys had once dominated the deep-water moorings, over two hundred merchant carvels from five independent coastal city-states had anchored peacefully, their decks stacked high with rolls of fine dyed wool, barrels of sweet wine, crates of porcelain, and bundles…
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