The dawn preceding the Blood Moon rose over Obsidian Ridge in a veil of gossamer mist and pale, ethereal amber. The fierce mountain blizzard had died down, replaced by a crystalline stillness so profound that every falling needle of ice from the spruce branches made a distinct, chime-like sound against the frozen crust of the snow. The air was so cold it burned the nostrils, yet within the perimeter of…
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