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Chapter 14 – The Coiled Tongue
The air above the ruins of Duskwatch shimmered like a mirage.
Centuries ago, it had been a city of scholars and seers, nestled in a crater rich with leyline energy. Then the Wyrm-Heirs came, built a tower in the center, and called it the Throat of Heaven.
Now, all that remained was broken stone and poisoned earth.