The morning sun broke over the snow-dusted crags of Mount Dread, casting long, sharp shadows across the lower courtyard of Ironspire as the heavy iron transport wagon was prepared for departure. Built of thick mountain oak and reinforced with banded pig-iron, the wagon was enclosed by heavy star-metal grates designed specifically to transport high-risk felons whose wild lupine energy had been stripped by alchemical suppressors. Garrick, now clad in the…
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