The Whispering Gorge was a nightmarish wound carved through the jagged basalt of the neutral mountains, five leagues south of the river. Towering four hundred feet above the narrow wagon trail, sheer walls of black volcanic slate blocked out the moonlight, leaving the ravine wrapped in pitch-black shadows. The wind howled through the narrow defiles with an eerie, whistling shriek that gave the gorge its name, perfectly masking the sound…
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