The Distant Legend
The fog that rolled into the city of Aethelgard did not merely obscure the view; it erased the world, turning the spires of the old cathedral into ghostly suggestions and the cobblestones into a slick, indifferent void. I stood at the edge of the Market Square, where the stone benches had been worn smooth by centuries of weary spines, and I watched the mist curl around my ankles like the...
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