The Distant Journey
You walk through the valley where the air tastes of iron and old stone, your boots sinking into the moss that glows with a faint, sickly luminescence under the twin moons of this forgotten age. You are a soldier of the High Keep, a man whose body is a map of scars earned in wars that no living historian has recorded, and you carry upon your back the weight of a duty so heavy it has warped your...
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