The Golden Scar
The wind did not blow so much as it seeped, a cold, viscous substance that crept through the stone fissures of the Citadel of Aethelgard, carrying with it the metallic tang of impending dissolution and the silent, heavy weight of a truth that had been buried for centuries beneath the roots of the earth. Aldous Vane stood at the center of the circular chamber, his back straight against the...
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