The subterranean entrance to the Whispering Crypts was concealed behind a curtain of frozen maidenhair ferns and weeping willow roots at the base of the eastern river bluff. Twenty shadows moved through the freezing spray of the river gorge with the silence of hunting wolves. At their head was Warlord Lucian, his heavy plate armor replaced by fitted black leather and muffled chainmail, his twin executioner broadswords strapped securely across…
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