The icy waters of the Whispering River rushed against the jagged limestone boulders of the southern border, churning into white foam beneath the gray twilight of dusk. For three leagues downstream from Stonegate, the river formed the natural boundary between the sovereign northern territories and the outer marches of the Bloodfang Empire. Rowan Blackwood crouched on one knee upon the damp riverbank, his heavy black cloak pulled tight against the…
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