In the secluded depression behind the Golden Ridge, screened from the lookouts on Sunspire's walls by a dense grove of ancient stone pines, the royal strike team assembled in absolute silence. The firelight had been strictly forbidden; only two darkened grease lanterns lit the interior of the command tent, casting narrow amber beams across the stone table where weapons, tools, and infiltration maps were laid out with surgical precision. The…
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