The mist that coiled through the ancient black pines of the Morteratsch valley in the early morning was thick with the scent of damp loam, crushed juniper needles, and the clean, mineral breath of the high glaciers. For centuries, this mountain pass had served as the sacred transit route for the Blackfang Alphas—a secluded trail connecting the fortress with the hidden high springs that nourished the northern alpine valleys. The…
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