By the tenth month of the year, the continent was draped in the breathtaking, fiery splendor of autumn. The vast mountain forests of Highstone turned to liquid amber, copper, and deep crimson, while the southern valleys were filled with the rich, intoxicating fragrance of ripening grapes, harvested pomegranates, and dried figs. Along the imperial highways, endless convoys of heavy freight wagons rolled day and night, hauling the largest harvest in…
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