The Wistful Asylum

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The road to the city of Aethelgard was not a path but a wound in the earth, a ribbon of mud and stone that wound through the weeping willows and the fog-choked valleys like a vein pulsing with dark, slow blood. I walked it as a boy, though the years had since calcified in my joints and turned the marrow of my bones to ash, for the journey into the capital was one I had made only once, in the...

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