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The great doors of carved elderwood swung inward, and the heart of the Glimmerwood Court unfolded before him. Prince Corin, eighteen with eyes like a cloudless noon and a steel circlet on his dark hair, followed his family into the luminescent hall. The air thrummed with a different life: elven voices soft as rustling leaves, the scent of night-blooming flowers and warm honey-mead, architecture that seemed grown rather than built. It was nothing like the austere, echoing corridors of home. Now, seated at a table of living wood, the ghost of the long war lingered as a subtle chill in the warm air. Queen Elara and Queen Lyra shared a story with quiet smiles, while Kings Aldric and Thalion spoke of boundary stones and weather patterns. But across the spread of shimmering fruits and roasted f…