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The grand summoning chamber of The Aethelgard Conservatory thrummed with gathered power, its vaulted ceiling lost in shadow, columns of pale stone catching the last slanting rays of dusk. The air smelled of lightning and old incense, punctuated by the proud cries of manifested spirits—a golden-maned lion, a storm-feathered griffin, a wisp of living flame. Elara Vance stood at the perimeter of her assigned circle, her crimson hair tied back from a face carved from concentration. Her dark eyes scanned the successes of noble houses, each familiar a badge of lineage. Her turn. She stepped into the ring, palms flat, voice lifting in the old words. The glyphs at her feet ignited in a cold, blue-white fire. Light tore through the space, and when it collapsed, a dead quiet followed. There, seat…