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... monument, vast and cold and unwelcoming. Hewn into the cliffs above the River Dall, the stronghold looked less like a seat of power and more like a tomb.
The Truthmarch halted at the foot of the bridge.
Forty-one riders. Blank banners. And a silence deeper than the river beneath them.
Leon stepped forward first.
No horns greeted them. No guards emerged. Only the slow groan of gears as the ancient drawbridge creaked down across the chasm. On the far end, two warden ...
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