A wind came up from the Cortosi Coast and wrapped its fingers around Vel Anir, that great fortress city which bore the Dreadlords. It caressed the Walls and danced through the Anir Square, it brushed through Coriane Siurane's auburn-brown hair as she walked and made her dress of silver flutter...
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