The Lunar Legacy
of the lodge glowing with the warm light of a fire within, their glass panes fogged with condensation, reflecting the golden sunlight in soft, diffused halos. A clearing surrounded the packhouse, the ground a mix of packed earth and patches of wild grass, dotted with moonflower blooms, their petals shimmering silver in the sunlight, a small firepit at the center, its stones blackened from years of use, the embers within glowing faintly, the air above it shimmering with heat, a pile of chopped cedar logs stacked nearby, their scent sharp and grounding. A wooden archway stood at the clearing’s edge, carved with crescent moon runes, their surfaces glowing faintly with residual silver magic, a
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