The Distant Legend

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The rain on the cobblestones of Aethelgard sounded like a thousand small accusations. I stood at the edge of the Wardens’ Gate, my cloak heavy with water, watching the city shrink behind me. It was not a city of flesh and stone, but of bone and silence. Here, the air tasted of iron and old prayers. The sky was a bruised purple, swollen with clouds that did not break but merely pressed down,...

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