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... n roads that clung to sheer cliffs like threads of fate. Snow dusted the dark granite paths, while clouds drifted low enough to brush the peaks, cloaking the world in a quiet veil. The wind howled like a restless beast, tugging at cloaks and whispering forgotten names into the travelers’ ears.
Ethan rode with his cloak drawn tight against the mountain chill, his breath visible in the air. Beside him, the rest of his team followed in relative silence, their horses’ hooves crunching agains ...
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