The following dawn broke over the Cascade Range not with storms or thunder, but with the purest, most radiant golden sunlight the Pacific Northwest had witnessed in months. Crisp, crystalline morning air rolled down from the snow-capped summits, sweeping away the lingering smoke and chemical stench from the valley. The raging river below the Silverpine Citadel settled into a tranquil, emerald-green ribbon of glacial melt, sparkling beneath the morning rays.…
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