On the morning of the Winter Solstice, the ancient Sunken Glacier Temple of Winterfell was filled with a thousand delegates representing every pack and city on the continent. Carved directly into the heart of a colossal blue glacier, the temple was a marvel of lost ancient architecture. Shafts of pale morning sunlight filtered down through crystalline ice domes, casting dancing prismatic rainbows across the polished obsidian floor. In the center…
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