The Dustborn Rebellion

Now, it cracked beneath whispers.

The ash army pushed north, steady as dusk. A tide of scorched loyalty and scorched ground. At its head rode Sirelia, astride a horned shadowbeast armored in bone. Her cloak shimmered with runes stitched from the names of the dead.

But just behind her, beneath c...

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