The Faded Dust
You are standing in the center of the valley of Ashenmoor, a place that exists in the fold between the waking world and the deep, dreaming dark, where the air tastes of iron and old rain and the silence is so profound it has weight, pressing against your eardrums like the deep ocean. It is a time long past, before the iron roads were laid, when the mist rose from the ground like the breath of...
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