Whispers of the Forgotten Realm

4: The F

and touched the sword

ons slammed into him-flashes of a burning sky, armies of ash, a throne made

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in his hand. It no longer hummed-it sang, each note rip

her voice firm. "You've

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ng embers. The sky darkened unnaturally fast, clouds twisting abov

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eat strangely comforting now. Shapes mo

it the flame, boy. Now let's