At high noon on the day following their return, the Great Council Chamber of Mount Sorrow was the scene of the final political dismantling of the northern oligarchy. For four centuries, the cavernous, vaulted hall of polished black basalt had been the sanctuary of the Conclave of Twelve—the twelve aristocratic lords who had controlled the northern grain stores, commanded the private house guards, and bound the Kings of Mount Sorrow…
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