Guided by scouts from the Wind Clan, the royal column rode northwest toward the foothills of the Blacktooth Range. The grassy plains gradually gave way to broken badlands of black shale, jagged volcanic chimneys, and petrified cedar groves that stood like skeletal sentinels against the grey autumn sky. At the mouth of a narrow gorge carved through a ridge of basalt rock, the scouts halted, pointing their lances toward a…
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