The Gathering at Blackstone It was dawn on Frolda, the 12th day of Rainfall, under the sign of the Enchanted Serpent. The city of Blackstone awoke slowly, its cobblestone streets glistening from the night's drizzle. The scent of rain-soaked earth mingled with the aroma of freshly baked bread from nearby bakeries, creating an inviting yet mysterious atmosphere. Blackstone was a…
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