The commander’s quarters at the top of the newly finished Southern Bastion were quiet and private, sheltered from the cold mountain wind behind thick walls of star-metal reinforced granite. A fire of sweet-scented pine logs crackled in the wide stone hearth, casting a soft, flickering amber glow across the room. Upon the cedar floor lay thick rugs of white mountain wool, and upon the table sat a simple meal of…
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