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The Abyssal Fringe.
The air in the Bleached Plains was still and heavy, a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight. Not far from the haunting silhouette of the Ossuary Valleys, a line of Weeping Stones stood like a row of grieving sentinels.
Massive obsidian formations, their surfaces unnaturally smooth, they wept a thick, viscous black substance that pooled at their bases. The air around them hummed with a low, discordant melody that resolved into the unmis ...
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