"Strange... Kishor is nowhere in sight," Flaxseed muttered, scratching his sparse beard. "He didn't leave without us, did he?"
"No," Jared replied, voice quiet yet stone-sure. "if something delays him, so be it. We proceed alone."
He had complete trust in Kishor's loyalty.
With that verdict rendered, they veered straight for the black-mawed entrance of Darkwind Gorge.
Darkwind Gorge looked like a corner the world itself had renounced. Ink-dark gales whipped through the ravine, carrying sand as fine as ground obsidian that crackled against the stone like skeletal applause, a chorus of wronged spirits grieving in secret.
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