The Faded Frontier
The castle of High Halden did not stand so much as it loomed, a jagged silhouette against a sky the color of bruised iron, its stones weeping with the perpetual dampness of a land that had forgotten the sun. It was here, in the highest tower where the wind screamed through the cracks of the masonry, that Elara sat, her fingers interlaced over a belly that had grown heavy and strange, a vessel...
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