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... en how to be gentle, its edge honed by the vast, unyielding expanse of the western frontier. It sliced through the air, tugging at cloaks and stinging exposed skin with a dry, biting chill that carried the faint grit of ash. That ash drifted in slow, spiraling currents over the cracked terrain, settling into the fissures of parched earth and dusting the jagged stone spires that thrust upward like the weathered bones of some ancient, fallen beast. The land here stretched drier than even the north ...
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