The Faded Bouquet
The road to the Citadel of Aethelgard was not a path so much as a wound in the earth, a long, jagged scar of mud and blackened stone that twisted upward into the clouds, and I walked it with the weight of my own bones feeling strangely foreign, as if the flesh that had carried me through twenty years of service had been swapped for something hollow and echoing in the deep, timeless quiet of the...
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