The Distant Legend
The wind in the valley did not howl; it whispered, a dry, papery sound that seemed to come from inside the stones themselves. It was a sound that had been there since before the castle had been raised from the mud, before the first flag had snapped in the gale, before the first king had died on a cold stone floor. Elara knew this because she had spent her life listening to it. She was the...
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