The Faded Road
The sky above the Hall of Mirrors did not break so much as it tore, a jagged wound of violet lightning bleeding into the parchment-blue dusk, and you stood there with your hands trembling not from fear but from the sudden, crushing realization that the bone in your right hand, the one you had carried since the day your father fell in the fields of Aethelgard, was beginning to shatter. It was a...
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