The morning bells of the Obsidian Citadel tolled with a deep, sorrowful resonance that sounded more like a funeral dirge than the celebration of a royal betrothal. A thick, sulfuric fog hung over the Central Plaza of the Silent Scale, obscuring the high vaulted arches in swirling tendrils of grey mist. In the center of the open-air courtyard stood the ancient Altar of Binding—a circular dais of polished white quartz…
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