The upper courtyard of the Black Citadel was an inferno of shattered basalt, twisted iron scaffolding, and roaring green phosphorus flames. The cold mountain wind swept down from the frozen crags of Mount Dread, sending burning embers whirling into the night sky like angry fireflies. Above the ruined fortress, the silver radiance of the Twin Moons cut through the smoke, illuminating the final duel that would decide the fate of…
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