The Wistful Voyage

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The iron gates of the Citadel of Aethelgard did not open for me. They had never opened for me, not since the day the King’s herald declared my line broken, my honor forfeit, and my sword a rusted thing fit only for the scrap heap. I stood in the mud of the outer court, the rain slicking my hair against my skull, watching the torches flicker against the stone face of the fortress. Inside, the...

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