The Wistful Throne

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The cold in the valley of Aethelgard did not sit upon you like a cloak; it seeped into the marrow, a slow, viscous poison that turned your joints to rust and your breath to smoke. You stood at the edge of the Shattered Glass, that peculiar, jagged expanse of natural ice that stretched out beneath the pale, indifferent sky of the ancient realm. It was not a lake, nor was it a plain, but a...

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