The Veiled Realm

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e, the ground seemed to give way beneath him. He gasped, jerking awake in his bed, drenched in sweat. His breathing was ragged, his he

cold light over the darkened landscape. Something was coming, he could feel it in his bones, but he didn't know what. All he knew was that