Six hundred leagues to the south, inside the colossal marble cathedral of Solaria, Grand Bishop Malakar sat upon the Sun Throne beneath vaulted arches adorned with gold leaf and stained glass. The air smelled of heavy frankincense and burning wax. Before him knelt the terrified messenger who had escaped the rout at Oakhaven, bearing the news of Duke Moros's capture, the defection of the mercenaries, and the complete exposure of…
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