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The iron bit bites into your mouth, a taste of rust and old blood, as the war-horse beneath you trembles with a violence that shakes the very bones of your chest. You are Elara, daughter of the High King, and you are not a girl but a shield, a wall of hammered steel and righteous fury. Before you lies the valley of Sorrows, a jagged tear in the earth where the mist hangs low and thick, smelling...
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