The Wistful Skyline

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The road into the valley of Ashwood was not a road at all but a scar in the earth, a ribbon of mud and broken stone that twisted upward into the fog where the air tasted of iron and old rain, and I walked it with my legs heavy as lead, carrying nothing but the leather satchel at my hip and the weight of a promise I had broken, a promise carved into the bone of my body so deeply that it had...

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