At the tenth hour of the morning, three thunderous signal-blasts from the great brass horns of the High Citadel announced the commencement of the Grand Sovereign Procession. The imperial route had been prepared for five days. Stretching for nearly three miles from the Golden Sun Gates of the Royal Palace, down the sweeping marble descent of the Avenue of the Ancients, and out across the soaring cliffside sky-bridges to the…
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