The first tremors struck Blackwood Keep five months after the grand coronation, arriving not with the violent crash of a southern catapult, but as a deep, subterranean groan that vibrated through the granite bedrock of the fortress. In the Great Hall, the iron chandeliers swung gently on their heavy chains, casting swaying amber shadows across the circular council table. Pewter flagons vibrated against the polished pine, and the hounds resting…
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