The Distant Legend
The wind here does not blow. It bites. It has teeth made of iron and frost. I am standing on the edge of the Glass Sea, and I am afraid. Not of the cold. I have forgotten what warm feels like. I am afraid of the silence. It is too loud. It screams in a frequency only the bones can hear. I am a scholar. Or I was. Before the Tower. Before the Edict. My name is Elias Thorne. I study the history of...
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