The Distant Journey
The city of Aethelgard did not sleep so much as it held its breath, a vast, stone-throated beast crouching over the river where the light of the moon fractured into a thousand silver needles that pinned the water to the bedrock, while in the high tower of the University of St. Jude, Elias Thorne sat with his back to the window, his hands resting on a book that was not a book but a map of the...
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