The Curse of Blackthorn Keep.

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its northern reaches stood Blackthorn Keep, a fortress abandoned for a century, cursed by the wrath of a betra

o break the curse. Armed with a silver blade and the blessing of the High Priestess,

k with the scent of decay, and the gates creaked open as if inviting him in. Inside, the walls were lined

, her form half-wreathed in mist. "Why have you come, mo

ment," Aldric declared.

. "You cannot free what does not wi

d his sword, its silver light piercing the darkness, and charged. Their battle was one of ste

the spirits bound within the fortress were freed, their sighs fading into the wind. As dawn broke o

the curse, but