The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The sky over the valley of Aethelgard did not fall; it bled. A crimson rain, thick as coagulated blood, slicked the cobblestones and turned the grey slate of the town into a mirror of hell. It was the third day of the Weeping, and the people of Aethelgard had stopped screaming. Silence had settled over the rooftops, a heavy, suffocating blanket woven from fear and exhaustion. In the center of...

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