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... d, sun-bleached stones of the Royal Plaza were scarred with the pockmarks of alchemical explosions and stained with soot from magical fires, grim reminders of the brutal civil war that had torn the capital apart. Yet, today, the plaza was packed with a throng of humanity, their faces turned upwards towards the grand dais erected before the Royal Palace, a mixture of exhaustion, apprehension, and a desperate, fragile hope in their eyes.
Atop the dais, draped in the deep crimson and gold o ...
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