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... charred earth and something more ancient something watching. Thalen adjusted the strap of his sword across his back, the weight of it a familiar anchor against the rising unease in his chest. The sky had long since turned a dull, iron-gray, dimming the world beneath a veil of cloud. Even the sun dared not shine here.
They had arrived at the edge of the Wraithlands the unclaimed stretch of barren wilderness where, decades ago, tyrants had once clashed. It was said that this was where the ...
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