In the deep winter solstice, as a gentle, quiet blanket of pure white snow fell over the rooftops and gardens of Concord, transforming the new capital into a serene fairy-tale wonderland of silver and crystal, the historic hour arrived. In the royal apartments of the Imperial Residence overlooking the river, soft fires of fragrant cedar and dried mountain peat burned in every hearth, keeping the chambers warm and fragrant against…
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