The high alpine plateau of the Whispering Peaks was a sacred realm suspended between the earth and the heavens. Sitting ten thousand feet above sea level, the ridge was untouched by human industry or royal politics—a pristine expanse of windswept limestone cliffs, frozen glacial tarns, and dwarf bristlecone pines that had stood for three thousand years. The air here was so cold and thin it burned the throat like dry…
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