The first soft light of a golden autumn dawn spilled over the eastern peaks of the Taconic Range, painting the granite cliffs in shades of amber, bronze, and pale rose. A crisp, sweet mountain breeze moved through the high canopy, carrying the scent of pine needles, crisp apples, and woodsmoke from the valley below.Down in Sovereign’s Reach, the morning mist was beginning to lift off the stone bridges and trade quays. Smoke curled lazily from hundreds of chimneys as the valley awakened in absolute peace. Children laughed along the riverbanks, heavy supply wagons moved along the paved stone highways, and the iron works hummed with the quiet, productive rhythm of a prosperous land.High above it all, on the grand terrace of Taconic Manor, three figures stood side by side against the stone balustrade.Thomas stood in the center, flanked by his parents. At twenty-four, he was the absolute embodiment of the Vance legacy. Broad-shouldered, six feet two inches tall, and dressed in a dark wo
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