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The road to the Citadel of Aethelgard was a ribbon of red clay that wound through the mist, slick with the rain that had fallen since dawn. Thomas Bradshaw walked it alone, his boots sinking deep into the mud, each step a small, deliberate act of endurance. He carried no sword, no shield, only a heavy, folded bundle of linen wrapped in oilcloth, held against his chest as if it were a living...
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