The Distant Legend
You are sitting in the mud of the Undercroft, where the roots of the World-Tree push through the floorboards like the bones of giants, and you are waiting for the Warden, a man whose voice sounds like gravel shifting in a dry riverbed, to decide if your tongue is still worth keeping. The air here tastes of iron and old rain, thick with the spore-dust of the fungal forests that bleed light into...
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