Dustspire’s Shadow
The air in Dustspire stank of pine resin and sweat, a thick miasma that clung to Elara’s throat as she stepped off the wagon. Her boots crunched over gravel, each step echoing against the skeletal remains of tents and wagons,…
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The Last Light of Emberfall
The air in Emberfall reeked of burning oil and damp stone, a scent Kaela had known her entire life. She stood atop the crumbling tower, her fingers curled around the cold iron railing, watching the sky bleed crimson. The city…