Four hours before sunrise, the glacial air over the Frostfall Basin grew unnaturally thick with the foul stench of sulfur and burning bone. A thick, oily black mist had begun creeping across the frozen expanse, rolling outward from the Silverfang encampment on the far side of the glacial lake. The dark mist blocked out the moon and stars, suffocating the natural spirit of the land in a shroud of suffocating…
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