That evening, the grand Great Hall of the High Citadel of Highstone was illuminated by ten thousand beeswax candles and thirty great hanging chandeliers forged from spun star-metal and pale blue mountain crystals. The Great Hall, where kings and warlords had convened council for eight centuries, was filled to overflowing with over two thousand chieftains, elders, clan-matrons, and military commanders representing forty sovereign packs from every corner of the continent.…
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