The Distant Legend
The rain does not fall here; it hangs, a suspended mist that chills the marrow of your bones as you wade through the grey sludge of the Underwood, a place that exists only in the margins of the kingdom’s oldest, most forbidden archives. You are not a man of this age, nor perhaps of this world, though the mud clings to your boots with a familiarity that suggests you have walked these paths for a...
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