The Coronation of Ashes
The rain in Oakhaven never stopped; it only changed its intensity. It was a city of grey stone and black iron, where the architecture seemed designed to make a human feel like an ant. Maximilian stood at the altar of the Great Cathedral, the Crown of Thorns resting heavy on his brow. He had done it. The last holdout, the Duchy of Valois, had fallen this morning. The entire continent was now...
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