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We did not toast. There was nothing left to toast for. The priest was buried, the river was on fire, and Mira had taken to polishing her bracer in silence.
Chronicles of the Weeping Spire
The mist clung to the stones like memories that would not fade. I drew my cloak tighter against the chill and looked up the path once more, where the Veilstone spires thrust toward a sky the color of old bruises.
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First-person chapters written from your session — and the scenes they paint.
Chapter I
The barrow at Hollow Oak
A suffocating chill hung over the graveyard, the mist swallowing the tombstones one by one. I knelt among the roots of the old oak and lifted my lantern — and there it was, the small woven nest, just as the vision promised. My heart hammered as the frail light touched it. I breathed a prayer that I was not too late.

Chapter IV
The fall of Ashmoor
The dead came up the lane faster than we could count them, and half the street was already burning. Sarn set his feet and swung — the axe took the first one clean, and he did not slow for the next. Above us Pip clung to the owl’s harness, hurling down what potions she had left. We would hold this row, or we would not leave it.

Chapter VI
The Wintergate
The gate was frozen shut, and Korgan would not wait for a key. He set his shoulder to the bars while I braced against him, both our breaths ghosting white in the dark. The iron groaned. The cold bit through every glove and buckle — and somewhere past the pines, something was already coming to meet us.

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