The Pale Tale
The great hall of the keep did not burn, but it broke. It shattered in a silence so profound that the very air seemed to hold its breath, suspended in a web of dust and dying light. Aldric stood in the center of the ruin, his armor dented and dark with sweat, the heavy steel of his breastplate a cold anchor against his chest. Around him, the stone floor was a mosaic of destruction. The...
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