The Wistful Witness
You dream of the stone. It is not a dream of sleep, but a waking trance, a stillness so deep it feels like drowning in air. You are the keeper of the Gate of Ashworth. It has stood for a thousand years, or perhaps ten. Time is a fluid thing here, thick as honey, slow to pour. The Gate is not merely a building. It is a bone in the landscape, a white vertebra in the spine of the valley. It does...
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