The sulfurous fog hung thick over the narrow gorge of the Devil's Throat, muting the frantic screams of dying men and the wet crunch of heavy shields meeting obsidian war-hammers. For fourteen hours, Kael Blackwood and his twenty-nine frontier wardens had held the narrowest constriction of the pass—a choke-point barely twelve paces wide where sheer basalt cliffs soared three hundred feet into the smoky sky. Ahead of them, a smoking…
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