The Wistful Cipher

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The road into the Kingdom of Aethelgard was not paved with stone, but with the compacted silence of centuries, a ribbon of grey dust that wound through the Weeping Woods where the trees grew so thick and twisted that the sky was merely a rumor, a pale, distant smear visible only when the wind tore a gap in the canopy. Sir Julian Ashworth rode a horse named Cinder, a creature of iron nerve and...

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