The Distant Legend

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2026-08-19 15:43:40 -

The rain does not fall here. It rises. You stand on the precipice of the Grey Waste, a landscape of shattered glass and suspended mist. The air tastes of iron and old salt. You are wearing the uniform of the High Warden, a heavy coat of woven steel that has never known rust. It is the only solid thing in this world of drifting fragments. You have been walking for what feels like years, though...

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