Eldran’s caravan creaked into the valley at twilight, the scent of pine and cold stone filling the air. He carried with him only three things: a small, leather‑bound journal, a crystal vial of water taken from a spring that never froze, and a brass key of unknown origin. The villagers, curious and wary, gathered at the edge of the road as the sage dismounted.
“The language of beginnings,” Eldran replied. “It is the root of all things: life, death, love, and loss. The Pillars are the keepers of that language. If we can decipher it, we can understand the very fabric of our world.”
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