The morning following the solstice dawned crisp, pristine, and blindingly bright over the jagged peaks of Mount Fenrir. The Blood Moon had retreated beneath the horizon, leaving behind an azure winter sky that stretched endlessly over the snow-draped canopy of the Ironwood Taiga. Inside the ancient subterranean Council Chamber of Fort Fenris—a colossal amphitheater carved from black volcanic basalt and illuminated by thirty iron fire-baskets burning sweet cedar resin—an unprecedented…
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