The high circular war chamber of the Obsidian Spire was illuminated by the flickering amber light of three dozen brass lamps. On the central slate table lay topographical maps of the western borderlands, marked with miniature wooden figurines representing Duke Moros's twelve thousand mercenaries, eighty river galleys, and fortified iron siege camps along the Aethelgard river. King Auren stood at the head of the table, his tailored tunic of white…
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