The morning of the royal wedding arrived with a silence so absolute, so crystalline, that every breath drawn into the lungs felt like a prayer. Not a single gust of wind disturbed the snow-draped branches of the ancient spruce forests; the Lyngen Fjord lay below like a mirror of polished black obsidian, reflecting the pale golden glow of the winter dawn. In the high chambers of the Raven Tower, the…
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