The midnight air on the high terrace of the Imperial Palace was crisp, clean, and scented with wild mountain pine and blooming winter jasmine. Two hundred feet above the city of Highstone, the terrace offered an uninterrupted view of the entire northern world. Below, the thousands of white stone houses of the capital glowed like a field of fallen stars in the moonlight; the Great Whispering River flowed through the…
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