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... > Night blanketed the land like a dark velvet shroud, its silence broken only by the crisp whistle of mountain winds. Stars glimmered in the high heavens as Lyle flew deeper into the treacherous Argland mountain range. As he neared the range's northernmost interior, the temperature dropped sharply, the air thinning until each breath felt like frost scraping against his lungs.
He wore a black traveling cloak now, having long shed the white robes of a priest. Slung over one shoulder like a ...
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