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... nd still warm in places from the flow of old volcanic rivers.
Emberhold loomed in the far distance, a fortress of obsidian spires that glowed faintly red at dusk.
To any other lord, the sight would inspire hesitation. To Caedrion, it was simply another equation to solve.
He stood at the forward edge of his encampment, armored in his polished plate armor, the leylines etched into his cuirass pulsing faintly with rustlight.
His men labored behind him, tens of thousa ...
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