The Wistful Dinner

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The road to the Citadel of Aethelgard was a ribbon of red clay that stretched endlessly through the mist, and Elara walked it with the heavy, rhythmic cadence of a woman who had carried her own funeral for a decade. She was not a soldier, nor a priest, but a weaver of tapestries, a handiworker whose fingers knew the tension of the loom better than the pulse of her own heart. In the old stories,...

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