The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-17 21:36:07 -

You stand at the edge of the precipice, the wind tearing at your cloak, and you remember that you are not supposed to be here. The castle of Aethelgard looms above you, a jagged tooth of black stone jutting into the bruised sky, and from its highest tower, a light pulses with the rhythm of a dying heart. You are a sinner. You are a prisoner. You are the one who broke the seal, the one who let...

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