The blizzard howled across the jagged spine of the Dead Man’s Ridge, swirling clouds of arctic powder that obscured the jagged ravines below. Above the storm, the waxing Blood Moon peeked through tears in the black clouds, casting an eerie, crimson glow over the frozen wilderness. The mountain gale shrieked across the jagged spires of Obsidian Ridge, hurling sheets of blinding ice against the vertical rock faces. Down in the…
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