It begins
Ethereal noises cut through the unnatural silence yet you can never quite work out which direction they come from. Perhaps just an owl, but it doesn't sound like any creature you've heard before.
As the mists thicken the sun grows dim, just a faint smudge overhead. No magic will...
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