The Wistful Campus
The road into the valley did not exist on any map drawn by men of this age, nor by those of the age before it, for the path was paved with the shattered bones of giants and the roots of trees that had died centuries before the first stone of the citadel was laid. Elara walked with the heavy, rhythmic step of one who had walked for a very long time, her boots worn thin by the abrasive dust of a...
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