The Wistful Witness
The rain fell. It fell on the cobblestones of Aethelgard. It fell on your boots. You were wet. You were cold. The city breathed. It breathed through the fog. The fog was thick. The fog was grey. It clung to your skin. It clung to your mind. You are the Seeker. You are the one who looks. You have looked for years. You have looked for the source. The source is here. The source is in the stone....
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