The Pale Door
The sky above the Ironspine Pass did not break; it shattered, a sudden and violent fragmentation of the firmament that turned the daylight into a jagged, bleeding mosaic of violet and ash, raining down shards of solidified air that struck the earth with the sound of breaking glass, a cacophony that drowned out the heavy, rhythmic pounding of the marching boots of the Third Legion as they...
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