Twilight descended over Sunspire with a tranquil, golden beauty that seemed to wash away four centuries of blood and sorrow. The evening sea breeze blew cool and sweet from the gulf, carrying the fragrant perfume of blossoming orange trees, wild mountain jasmine, and the distant, joyous music of lutes, flutes, and hand-drums echoing from the celebratory street festivals below. Across the four circular plateaus of the capital, thousands of paper…
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