The Wistful Voyage
The oak tree in the center of the courtyard did not fall, it simply ceased to exist in the way that things cease to exist when they are no longer recognized, its roots having long since surrendered to the damp earth and its branches having shed their last, brittle leaves into the grey, unending winter that had settled over the city of Ashworth like a shroud of ash and regret. Elara stood before...
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