The night before the grand coronation, a serene, expectant hush settled over the granite battlements of Blackwood Keep. The autumn sky was clear and deep, dusted with millions of diamond-bright stars wheeling around the celestial constellations of the northern sky. High above the fortress courtyard, on the private parapet outside the council chambers, Rowan Blackwood leaned his forearms against the stone crenelations, looking out over the peaceful lights of the…
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