The Distant Blade
The mist did not merely settle over the valley of Kaelthos; it inhabited it, a thick, grey wool that strangled the light and turned the ancient stone walls into mere suggestions of geometry, faint ghosts of a structure that had once defied the sky. Within this suffocating embrace, Elara walked the perimeter of the keep, her feet silent on the moss-slicked flagstones, her breath a pale ribbon...
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