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The low sun pierced the canopy of ancient oaks, scattering fragmented light over the packed courtyard. The scent of damp moss and anxious anticipation hung thick. Queen Elara ascended the platform, the leaves of her golden circlet catching the light as she lifted an unsteady hand. Her eyes, the color of frost on new grass, moved across the assembly until they rested on you. "People of Arden... I must first express my deepest regret..." she started, her voice splintering like old parchment. The quiet that swallowed her words was denser than any roar.