The Faded Ruin
The axe is heavier than it looks, or perhaps it is just the cold that has settled into your knuckles, making the iron feel like a living thing that wants to be put down. You stand before the Iron Gate, the great slab of forged steel that seals the Vale from the world beyond, and the wind off the high moors cuts through your wool tunic, carrying the scent of wet stone and old blood. Kael is on...
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