The private master sanctuary of the Alpha King was situated in the highest pinnacle of the central keep, isolated from the rest of the fortress by a single winding staircase of black basalt. Inside the vast circular chamber, the air was warm, tranquil, and scented with burning mountain birch, fragrant frankincense, and the rich musk of heavy furs. A monumental hearth of rough granite blazed with logs of ancient pine,…
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