The deep winter solstice arrived with a week-long blizzard that coated the jagged peaks of the Wyrmtooth Range in ten feet of fresh, crystalline powder. Yet within the fortified perimeter of Valgard Citadel, the bitter cold was met not with dread, but with purposeful, vibrant life. In the past, the onset of the solstice meant hunkering down behind barred gates, rationing salted mutton, and dreading the inevitable border skirmishes that…
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