The first golden rays of dawn broke over the high granite parapets of Highstone, cutting through the autumn mist and painting the white limestone spires of the capital in radiant shades of rose and gold. For the citizens of the capital, the morning began not with the harsh, clanging curfew bells of Elder Malachi’s inquisitors, but with the deep, melodic, and triumphant chimes of the Great Bells of Saint Valeria—bells…
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