At dawn the following morning, the Great Southern Gates of Highstone were thrown wide to assemble a public spectacle of imperial expulsion that would be recounted in continental folk songs for a hundred generations. Under the cold, pale azure sky of early winter, twenty thousand citizens lined the high limestone causeway leading out from the capital. At the center of the road, surrounded by eighty mounted royal scouts with longbows…
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