The White City of the Exiles, nestled in the broad granite valley beneath the soaring towers of the Silver Sanctum, was transformed into an ocean of golden light and music. Thousands of paper lanterns, painted with delicate silver crescent moons and blooming winter willows, hung from the eaves of the newly constructed stone lodges. The wide streets of polished limestone, heated from below by the redirected thermal springs, were clear…
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