The Golden Crossing

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The mist did not merely obscure the valley of Aethelgard; it devoured it, a thick, white shroud that tasted of rotting lilies and ancient iron. Aldric stood at the precipice of the cliff, his sword drawn not against an enemy, but against the silence that pressed against his eardrums. He was a hunter of things unseen, a man whose eyes had been sharpened by years of squinting into the void, yet...

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