The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain stitched from mist and despair, sealing the valley in a silence that pressed against your eardrums. You stood at the edge of the precipice, your boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rot and iron. In your hands, you held the shard of obsidian. It was not whole. It had never been whole, not since the moment the world had cracked open...

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