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CHAPTER 83: THE AMBER TIDE

Autor: B.S. Turaki
last update Data de publicação: 2026-11-07 00:18:26

ELARA'S POV

The grand celebration of the Spring Equinox did not end with the setting of the sun; it merely shifted its character, transforming from the sunlit bustle of trade and communal feasting into a warm, radiant tapestry of firelight, music, and quiet gratitude.

As dusk dissolved the sharp blue edges of the mountain peaks into a soft, velvety violet, the great central courtyards of the Citadel of Seasons were illuminated by the lighting of the Equinox bonfire. Built upon a
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