The Wistful Skyline

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The rain fell in silver needles, stitching the grey sky to the mud of the road. You walked with your back to the wind, the heavy wool of your cloak soaking through to the skin, a cold that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the weight of the oath you had sworn. The Kingdom of Aethelgard did not recognize weather; it only recognized duty. You were a Warden of the...

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