The Final Winter
The frost did not just cover the land; it entered the blood. The world had entered the Great Stasis, a permanent winter where the sun had become a pale, frozen coin in a charcoal sky. The only warmth left in the universe was the Hearth—a massive, black sphere of iron that sat atop the Peak of Sorrows. Silas was the last Hearth-Tender. He was a man of ice and iron, his breath a constant cloud of...
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