The Distant Whispers

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The sky cracked open above the valley of Ashenmoor, splitting the horizon like a rotting peach, and the rain that followed was not water but a fine, silver mist that smelled of ozone and old copper. You stood at the edge of the cliff, your boots sinking into the mud that had turned to soup, the weight of your armor pressing down on your shoulders with a gravity that felt less like physics and...

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