The high alpine valley of the Moonstone Lake was a place untouched by the wars of men and wolves for a thousand years. Nestled four thousand paces above the Razor Crags, surrounded by jagged spires of petrified crystal that pierced the indigo evening sky, the lake shimmered like a pool of liquid quicksilver. Subterranean volcanic vents kept the water at a gentle, steaming warmth, while ancient celestial leylines bled soft…
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