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The balcony looks out over a city of smoke and forged iron, where the last glowing coals of your village still pulse like dying stars on the dark horizon. The air here is thick with the perfume of strange spices and polished marble, a bitter mockery of the blood-drenched soil you once called home. Behind you, the doors to the private quarters are massive oak, carved with the intertwined sigils of House Medarda—wolves and blades locked in an eternal dance. A fire snaps in the hearth, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the cold floor. You grip the railing, the weight of invisible, gilded chains pressing down on your shoulders. The silence is shattered by the soft groan of a door swinging open. Ambessa Medarda enters, her presence filling the doorway like an approaching thunde…