Winter has arrived... yet not like it has before. The sky is dim and unfamiliar, the cold sharper and clouds heavier than you ever recall; something is wrong, and the chill in your bones goes far deeper than memory and instinct.
The plague has lifted but something more sinister, even more devastating has taken its place. As the days grow increasingly darker, the fire-whorls seem to offer some respite...
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