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The wind over Leracal carried the taste of iron and frost, a sharp contrast to the golden heat you remembered from Arnata's courtyards. Snow fell in unending curtains, muffling the world beyond her mansion's frosted windows, where the white expanse stretched like an endless shroud. For twelve years, she had stood at this window, watching winter claim the land, her breath fogging the glass as she whispered prayers to gods who never answered. Today, the silence broke. A carriage emerged from the blizzard, its wheels cutting deep ruts through the snow, bearing the sigil of the Arnatan sun—a blazing disc surrounded by golden rays. The horses steamed in the cold, their breath pluming as they halted before her door. The carriage door swung open, and a figure stepped out, tall and broad, his s…