Vasparvan was a soul adrift until the Account—a heavy, leather-bound volume that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic light—showed them a vision. In its ink-stained pages, a scene materialized: a winter caravan flying vibrant blue banners, cutting through the eternal mist of the Grey Expanse. This wasn't just a record of the past; it was an invitation to a destination known as , a legendary island where all lost things eventually gather. The Ledger’s Toll
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