The turning of the seasons brought an exquisite, quiet beauty to the high valleys of Blackfang Ridge. By mid-October, the mountain larch trees had turned a brilliant, shimmering canary yellow, while the alpine maples along the riverbanks blazed in fiery shades of vermilion and copper. The crisp morning air carried the unmistakable bite of oncoming winter, smelling of dry birch bark, woodsmoke from the fortress chimneys, and the sharp, mineral…
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