Three weeks following the imperial coronation, the former Bloodthorn Divide—once a desolate, blood-soaked canyon of jagged rock and barbed star-metal palisades—was alive with the bustling, purposeful energy of over three thousand masons, carpenters, scholars, and soldiers. The newly christened Concord Crossroads had been cleared of the ancient trenches, caltrop beds, and spiked ditches, replaced by vast chalk survey lines marking the foundations of the Bilateral Imperial Academy. Under the bright…
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