Back in Blackwood Keep, the midday sun was completely blotted out by a suffocating dome of yellow-gray smog and freezing sleet. The great courtyard, normally a model of military order and bustling industry, was rapidly descending into chaos. Ten heavy freight wagons loaded with winter wheat, salted beef, and medicinal herbs sat idle before the main portcullis, their draft horses stamping their hooves in the freezing mud, their drivers shouting…
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