The High Citadel of the Silver Spires was an architectural testament to three centuries of absolute imperial dominance. Perched atop a sheer granite promontory overlooking the Azure Sea, its soaring towers of polished white marble rose into the clouds like the teeth of a frozen beast. For four hundred leagues in every direction, common folk spoke of the Spires with hushed reverence and dread. It was the seat of Prince…
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