The southern rim of the continent was a desolate expanse of cracked shale, sulfurous vents, and petrified cedar trees known as the Ash Marches. For centuries, this borderland had been neglected by the high courts of the Concordat—a barren buffer zone between the fertile northern basins and the jagged volcanic caldera ruled by Warlord Malakor. Here, the wind carried no scent of mountain pine or alpine snow, only the dry,…
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