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The heavy iron doors of the Great Hall groaned as they swung shut, sealing the fate of the one hundred and thirty-four.

A voice, synthesized from a thousand whispers, filled their minds: "You are the census of a dying world." 134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered

Watching the shadows dance with unnerving calm. The heavy iron doors of the Great Hall

They had been plucked from every corner of the fractured empire. Some were kings in tattered silk; others were beggars with eyes like flint. No one knew why the summons had come, only that to ignore it was to invite the silence of the void. The Assembly Some were kings in tattered silk; others were

In the center of the hall stood a single, pulsing crystal. It cast a rhythmic violet light across the faces of the gathered. Clutching scrolls that no longer made sense.