The subterranean interior of Mount Solitude defied all mortal architectural comprehension. A colossal grand avenue, fifty paces wide and paved with hexagonal slabs of polished black obsidian, stretched forward into the subterranean gloom. Lining both sides of the avenue stood towering statues of ancient Valerius kings and queens, carved from crystalline white marble that glowed with internal starlight. Above their heads, the vaulted ceiling arched hundreds of feet into the…
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