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In the fevered twilight of a dream that refused to dissolve into the waking world, Sir Alistair Vane saw the kingdom not as a map of borders and taxes, but as a single, pulsing organism, a vast and weary beast whose blood ran thick with the rust of old iron and the sour taste of stale wine. He stood at the apex of the Grand Staircase in the Hall of Whispers, a place where the stone was so...
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