The Grand Throne Room of Ironspire was a cavernous, vaulted hall of black basalt, illuminated only by the pale, icy light of the winter storm streaming through the shattered stained-glass windows of the high balcony. A freezing mountain blizzard howled through the ruined windows, swirling snow across the blood-spattered marble floor and extinguishing the braziers along the walls. In the center of the hall, standing before the ancient granite throne…
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