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... ent, tracing the worn grain of the vellum where ink bled into delicate lines and tight angles. The blueprint sprawled across the heavy oak table, a cipher bathed in the golden flicker of the chandelier overhead, its iron arms swaying faintly, casting restless shadows over the sketch's unfamiliar symbols. The air in Emberhold's council chamber hung thick with the scent of beeswax candles and the faint, acrid tang of coal smoke drifting from the hearth, where embers glowed like dying stars against ...
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