The Faded Ruin
The wall did not exist in the way that stone or mortar exists in the world of men, but it was there, a vertical line of absolute silence that divided the breathing air of the meadow from the still, grey nothingness beyond, a boundary that Caelum had been holding with his bare hands for as long as he could remember, his fingers digging into the ethereal substance not with pain but with a...
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