The Stones Remember

Zorric, an ancient mining hub within The Mirage where stone, fire, and memory endure

Day 1023

Tonight the wind shifts strangely, carrying the dry tang of iron. It should not reach me here in Sunveil, yet for a moment it did, and it brought me back to Zorric.

That land was carved from stone and sweat, from centuries of digging into the marrow of the earth. I remained there for ages, long enough that the dust became part of me. I can almost hear the ringing of picks against the rock, the slow heartbeat of the mines.

And I think of Duzzle. He was young when I first knew him, though "young" meant only two centuries for his kind. He made that place feel less hollow, less endless. We lived like brothers once, if not by blood then by bond.

I wonder what he is doing now. Does he still walk the stone paths of Zorric, or has he too been carried elsewhere by the wind of years?

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