The first rays of the morning sun broke over the eastern peaks of the Great Valley, painting the vast pine forests, silver rivers, and snow-dusted ridges in shades of radiant gold and crystalline amber. High upon the eastern battlements of Blackwood Keep, thirty feet above the bustling courtyard, Queen Mira stood by the granite parapet. The cold morning air was crisp and invigorating, carrying the fragrant scent of pine resin,…
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