ng to visit her grave one last time. I was dying, a
t to Silvercrown Tower
mmissioned two carved obsidian wolf totems. They were soul anchors
ensuring our souls would alwa
He said the little wolf figurine looked exactly like me-stubborn a
w it away like garbage. It was a gift from my mothe
y nosebleed from that morning. Seeing me, he tossed his phone as
spot where my obsidian to
"Where is
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