The Distant Legend
The departure from the city of Aethelgard was not marked by the usual fanfare of trumpets or the weeping of kin, but by a singular, heavy silence that settled over the cobblestones like a burial shroud, as Marguerite de Vane walked away from the only life she had ever known, carrying with her a wooden chest that was lighter than air yet anchored her to the earth with a gravitational pull that...
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