The midwinter solstice arrived across the continent, cloaking the mountain defiles and rolling river valleys in a deep, silent blanket of pristine white snow. Yet while Highstone celebrated the Long Night with festival hearths and singing in the public halls, forty leagues to the south, at the Bastion of the Gap, duty knew no seasonal rest. A howling blizzard had descended upon the River Avelon gorge, whipping snowdrifts six feet…
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