Vale of the Long Night
Beneath the oppressive snowfalls that drown the land in a crystal white ocean of winter, the Fortress of Frozen Tears rises from a high glacial spire like a jagged icicle. The constant glow of the ever-full moon shines down on frozen lakes, gnarled and barren orchards, and lonely, snow-covered mountains. The stars burn coldly overhead, as distant and pitiless as billions of icy snowflakes poised in the everlasting darkness, waiting to descend. Only the winter fey feel at home here, although they do not share the intense spite exhibited by the Prince of Frost.
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