High upon the active geothermal slopes of Mount Dread, where volcanic vents hissed with scalding steam and sulfur crystals encrusted the jagged basalt crags, Prince Caelan climbed without armor or weapons, carrying only a climbing rope, a bronze trowel, and an insulated leather satchel. For a man who had possessed immortal invulnerability for three hundred years, the experience of scaling vertical volcanic cliffs as a mortal was excruciating. The blistering…
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