The morning sun finally clawed its way over the jagged, snow-draped peaks of the northern ridge, casting a harsh, pale, geometric light across the frozen, cobblestone courtyard of the Vance estate. Inside the main administrative hall, the heavy, iron-studded oak doors stood wide open, admitting a biting rush of freezing mountain wind that matched the ice-cold silence gripping the room. Every breath of the occupants plumed into thick white fog, but no one dared move or break the tense stillness.Magistrate Vane sat rigidly on a low wooden stool near the massive stone hearth, his hands bound tightly behind his back with thick, rough hemp cord. Two towering pack sentries stood guard on either side of him, their expressions carved from unrelenting stone, their golden-flecked eyes never leaving his bruised face. Vane’s once-impeccable uniform was hopelessly rumpled, his powdered hair hopelessly disheveled, and his bloodshot eyes darting frantically around the room, bearing the distinct loo
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