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... th day. It was absolutely nothing like the gilded, floating spires Zenith had conditioned Vane to expect.
The Sunrise Embassy back on the island was polished black basalt and blood-red cedar. It was a carefully curated diplomatic mask built to project sophisticated, ancient power. This brutal place wore no mask.
The Razar seat resolved as the leviathan plummeted through the freezing mist. It began with a jagged, towering mountain range. Standard maps labeled these specific peaks ...
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