The Distant Ghost
The fire did not consume the village; it unmade it. You stand at the edge of the ash, the heat a physical weight against your chest, watching the sky turn the color of a bruised plum. This is the end of the Third Age, or so the histories will say, but to you, it is merely the beginning of the long, cold walk toward a truth you are terrified to find. You are the Seeker, a title that carries the...
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