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Vanir’s hooves cut a strange sound on what remained of shattered roadways as his rider picked a path southwest. The Ghostlands had borne the brunt of the Scourge attack, and with the annihilation of most of those who had lived in the area, the roads had fallen to ruin. While residents kept paved areas around their scant houses well-lit at night, the woods seemed nearly a safer option even with the addition of dangerous wildlife. The road itself was perilous compared to the loam and underbrush, but was the only real way to know she was headed in the right direction, with the tree cover so thick and gnarled.

The residents of Tranquilien had warned Eleeria of as much when she had passed through. The paths be nearly as dangerous as the...

The letter to Ashideena was perhaps longer than she had anticipated. Written on good quality paper, the handwriting was terrible — but legible. As if the author had taken great pains to try her best to make it so.

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Five years ago, I was an assassin who was out of work due to an accident I walked into willingly. I had changed my name; most people thought I was dead, but really I was moping — trying to drown out the ghosts with any drug I could get my hands on. Unremarkable. I wouldn’t tell you this normally, but you don’t seem the type to give pity. Which is good, because I don’t want any.

Four years ago, my sister convinced me to join a paramilitary organization that served Quel’thalas’s interests. I agreed,...