The Distant Legend

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The frost bites deep into the stone of the High Hall. It is a cold that does not merely chill the skin but settles into the marrow, a silence made solid. You stand before the throne, though you do not feel like a queen. You feel like a vessel, cracked and leaking light. In your hands, you hold the Mirror of Aethelgard. It is not glass. It is a shard of the sky, torn from the zenith during the...

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