In the high-domed chamber of the Council Hall at the Red Stone Ford—the newly designated neutral ground between the Solarian plains and the crags of Mount Sorrow—the drafting table was covered with great rolls of parchment, vellum ledgers, and maps drawn by both northern surveyors and southern cartographers. For three weeks, legal scholars, guild elders, mountain clan leaders, and agrarian magistrates had worked tirelessly to forge a constitutional document unlike…
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