Twenty leagues to the southwest of the fallen Sunken Spire lay the Iron Quarries of Oakhaven: the darkest monument to King Malakar’s cruelty. For three centuries, the Iron Quarries had been a subterranean hell carved into the belly of the earth. Over thirty thousand political prisoners, captured northern clansmen, and dissenting southern wolves had been condemned to labor in the suffocating dust, chained to sledgehammers and stone-saws from dawn until…
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