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... an their inexorable conquest of the landscape, the caravan descended into a valley where the air grew unnaturally still. The dead calm after hours of howling wind felt wrong, oppressive, the temperature dropping noticeably until breath became visible in the suddenly cold air.
The wind, when it finally stirred, carried faint echoes. These whispers, in no recognizable language, seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once, pressing against the ears of all who listened with an insiste ...
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