Deep within the heart of the Northern Ridge, eighty levels beneath the frozen granite peaks, lay the ancient ancestral sanctuary of House Silverwood. The sanctuary had been sealed for two centuries, opened only once in all that time by a royal hand twenty years ago, behind a massive six-foot-thick vault door crafted of solid star-metal and enchanted with ancient lunar runes. For twenty years, the Bloodmoon mining crews had blasted…
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