Dawn broke over the Whispering Pass in a blaze of jagged crimson and gunmetal gray. The mountain pass was a narrow, treacherous granite defile cutting through the sheer cliffs of the Cascade crest—the only natural gateway connecting Silverpeak territory to the southern lowlands. Towering cliffs of black basalt rose five hundred feet on either side, their craggy ledges dusted with fresh powder snow. Below, the valley floor was lined with…
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