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... e further they traveled from Redhollow, the less the land seemed to know what it was. Forest gave way to pale grasslands. Grass faded into cracked stone. And finally, stone opened into ash.
Gray dust coated the hills like bone powder. No trees grew. No animals moved.
Only silence.
The Hollow Spire rose from the center of the valley like a shard of black glass.
Thin. Towering. Unnatural.
It didn’t belong to the world—it had outlived it.
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