The journey back up from the Sunken Scriptorium felt entirely different from the descent. The oppressive, breathless weight that had hung over the subterranean canyon walls was gone, replaced by the crisp, invigorating rush of spring air sweeping up from the lowland passes. The primeval resonance stones, safely secured within a reinforced, rune-sealed iron chest, rested on the packhorse behind us, glowing with a soft, steady pulse that seemed to beat in time with our own footsteps.As we crested the final ridge before the northern fortress, the familiar silhouette of the high stone ramparts came into view against the bright afternoon sky. Banners of silver and indigo fluttered proudly from the towers, catching the mountain wind. Along the outer walls, guards and valley merchants paused their work, turning their faces toward the returning trail with open expressions of relief and hard-earned joy.When we rode through the main iron gates, Christopher and Eleanore were waiting in the bai
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