The Distant Promise
The road into the valley of Kael was not merely a path of packed earth and flint but a scar that the earth had never fully healed, a deepening furrow that seemed to pull the traveler’s soul downward into the damp, fungal dark where the air tasted of rotting apples and ancient iron. Maren walked with a gait that was less a stride and more a slow, deliberate surrender to the gravity of the place,...
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