The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-18 16:22:27 -

The wind had teeth that morning, biting through the heavy wool of my cloak as I trudged up the muddy path toward the Citadel of Aethelgard. I was but a boy of fourteen, yet the weight of the satchel on my back felt heavier than the stones I had carried in the quarry for my father’s debt. The sky above was a bruised purple, swollen with rain that refused to fall, hanging in the air like a threat...

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