Two hundred leagues to the northeast, inside the imperial capital city of Highstone, the rain fell in cold, greasy sheets across the gargoyle-crested battlements of the Grand Concordat. Beneath the grand marble halls where imperial judges held public audiences lay the Undercroft—a labyrinth of forgotten stone vaults dating back to the Dark Wars. In the deepest subterranean crypt, illuminated only by the sickly green glow of sulfur braziers, seven men…
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