Small blue, green and purple tiles made the three interlaced helixes of the Cavaliers on the floor. The entry chamber to the Hall of Solace was cavernous, walls of ivory stone polished to a fine shine. A few servants in helix-accented livery went about their duties, tending plants and tapestries, echoing steps the only disturbance to the silent peace.
A young woman clad in a simple purple approached Anya, “Welcome to the Hall of Solace. What do you seek?”
Anya’s reply was hard, “I wish to speak with the First.”
The young woman’s eyes looked sad, “The First is dead.”
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