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... looking over the balcony railings of the Ahle-ho palace, wondering if he could have done more to prevent the tragedy that had unfolded. Conflict between the guilds wasn’t unheard of, though violence between the prime guilds rarely happened out in the open. The Ahle-ho guilds usually competed with one another via proxies or official competition, and open warfare was rare. But the worst had come to pass, and now large swaths of the city lay in ruins.

Things had been civil at first, the le ...

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