Night descended over Highstone with a crystalline, breathless serenity that seemed to wrap the capital in velvet and starlight. High upon the private observation balcony of the Royal Sanctum, Queen Nyra stood leaning against the polished marble balustrade, looking up at the celestial spectacle unfolding in the heavens above. It was the Night of the White Moon—the rare annual alignment where the silver crescent of the northern moon and the…
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