The Pale Fracture
You walk into the valley with the stone. It is heavy. It is cold. It fits your hand like a wound. You are the last of the Wardens. The others are gone. The mist eats the road behind you. The town of Aethelgard sits in the shadow of the mountain. It is a place of gray stone and silence. The people look at you with wide eyes. They do not speak. They do not need to. You know what they fear. You...
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