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Shadow’s on The Spires

Autor: Sydnee Rose
last update Fecha de publicación: 2025-08-05 23:58:50

The Ashen Spires loomed north of the Silver Claw territory, a jagged range of obsidian peaks that pierced the twilight sky like the broken teeth of some ancient beast, their surfaces slick with frost that glinted under the waxing crescent moon, casting an eerie, silver-blue glow across the desolate landscape. The air was frigid, biting at exposed skin, carrying the acrid scent of ash and the metallic tang of blood, a grim reminder of the Ashborn cult’s presence. The ground was a cracked expanse
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