LM

The entrance courtyard of Basgiath buzzed with tension. Riders lined up in rigid rows, pretending not to care about the arrival of the Avalorian fae delegation. Whispers carried through the air—curiosity, suspicion, awe—but Liam Mairi stood silent, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the horizon.

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