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| Frigid wind howled through the twisted trees of the southern Dragonspine Mountains. Its icy claws ripped at anything daring to venture into its depths. An unbroken gray sky cast the world in muted light. Deep, powdery snow covered the path. ~~~ Read the full story at https://jjshaun.com/2025/01/26/lyryks-song-part-one/ |