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The snows of the high northern peaks had begun their annual retreat, but this year, the thaw felt different. It wasn't just the ice that was melting; it was the very foundation of a thousand years of bitterness. In the three months since the birth of Prince Elias, the air in Aethelgard had lost the sharp, metallic tang of impending war and the stifling scent of ancient, dusty laws. In its place was the fragrance of jasmine, damp cedar, and the sweet, rising sap of a forest reborn.

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