The Wistful Throne

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The mist did not merely settle upon the valley of Aethelgard; it inhabited the stones, the rotting timber of the watchtowers, and the very marrow of the men who stood upon the ramparts, a thick, gray breath that tasted of iron and forgotten centuries. It was a time when the boundary between the waking world and the spectral had eroded into a soft, permeable membrane, and the air hummed with a...

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