'A disquiet settled into the very fabric of the cotton cloak, frayed and riddled with patches. It remained still and unmoved, melting into the hues of the twilight that stretched its long fingers across the wild. An invasion had already begun. From the north a chill wind was biting, and carried with it strange rumours on the air. From the south, great storm clouds, long brooding and stewing, shattered the skies with their rumbling voice.
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Coldfells
