The Wistful Skyline
The road into the valley of Oth was not a path but a wound in the earth, a jagged scar of mud and broken stone that twisted upward through the mist. Elara walked it with the heavy, deliberate steps of a woman carrying a weight that had no physical form, yet pressed down upon her shoulders with the crushing force of granite. Behind her, the dust of the capital settled in the creases of her grey...
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