Literature
Prologue
The large conference room sat seemingly empty. Brilliant sunlight shined through the hall’s large arched windows that overlooked the land for many miles. The high, vaulted ceilings were white and decorated with intricate carvings of fruit and cherubs. In the center of the room sat an enormous table surrounded by white leather chairs. One larger chair sat at the table’s head. This is where the Kimetar sat during his meetings. Next to the Kimetar’s chair, in the corner of the room, stood an ornate, waist-high, stone pedestal upon which rested a red velvet pillow edged with gold stitching. On the pillow was a smooth orb of perfectly pure diamond.
At the opposite end of the table from the seat of power, a man reclined and gazed out over the clouds that covered the land. He looked young, mid-thirties perhaps, yet he had glistening white hair that flowed beautifully down to his shoulders. He was dressed all in white. On the table next to him was an 0ld iron key on a length of chain.
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