The Faded Apartment

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The wind did not howl across the high moor of Kaelthos; it screamed, a sound that seemed to tear at the very fabric of the air, stripping the warmth from the stone and the flesh alike. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, his fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in forty years, his eyes fixed on the swirling vortex of grey mist that churned in...

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