The grand fortress of the highlands stood sentinel beneath a pale, restless sky as the first chilly winds of the northern crisis swept across the battlements. Peace had been a hard-won treasure, but the world of fantasy was vast and unyielding, and the ink of history was always ready to write new trials. Inside the central command hall, the polished maple table was clear except for a heavy leather-bound ledger and a collection of glowing tactical crystals. Yet, the true storm of the day was not brewing on a map, but at the threshold of the inner chambers. Dave stood near the tall arched window, his amber eyes fixed on the courtyard below, when the heavy oak doors drifted open. Footsteps echoed softly against the stone floor. He turned, expecting a messenger or scout. Instead, his breath caught in his throat. Standing in the doorway, wrapped in a travel-worn cloak lined with faded northern fur, was a woman with familiar, haunting eyes. "Catherine?" . Dave whispered, his
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