The High Balcony of Ironspire hung suspended eight hundred feet above the mountain plateau, a breathtaking semi-circular terrace of dark volcanic stone jutting out over the bottomless black depths of the Void Chasm. The alpine blizzard howled around the precipice with ferocious, deafening intensity. Swirling sheets of fine snow battered the stone balustrade, while jagged forks of winter lightning ripped through the purple storm clouds overhead, illuminating the terrace in…
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