The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The mist in the valley of Aethelgard did not rise; it hung, thick and gray, like wet wool wrapped around the throat of the world. I stood at the edge of the Chalk Cliffs, my boots sinking into the damp earth, waiting for the bell. It was the Hour of Ascension, the only time the sky tore open to reveal the City of Glass above. Below, the schoolyard was silent, the students of the Lower Order...

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