The morning after the fall of the High Spire, the ancient Great Hall of Highstone was packed to its reinforced granite walls with over three hundred northern clan chieftains, council elders, village headmen, and the high commanders of the allied southern legions. Great bronze chandeliers, hung from the vaulted timber ceiling sixty feet above, blazed with fragrant tallow and mountain pine oil, casting a harsh, unsparing light across the assembly…
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