The Frost-Bound Deity
The silence of the Northern Reach was not a lack of sound; it was a presence. It was a heavy, crystalline weight that pressed against the skin, a frozen eternity that stretched from the jagged peaks of the Frost-Spires to the endless, white void of the tundra. Elias had come to the Temple of the Eternal Winter not as a pilgrim, but as a sacrifice. The world was dying. A creeping, metaphysical...
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