In the northern lands, where the harsh cold and ashen earth stretch to the horizon, lay the site of a recent battle between an Outer God and the Count of Astoria. Now, it was a field of countless graves, a final, bleak resting place for the expedition’s unrecovered dead.
Clunk—
A figure appeared, clad in a black sacred robe. Charms of polished jet and bone jangled at his waist and wrists. Though a deep hood hid his face, his head tilted, as if
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