The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-20 15:28:08 -

The rain does not fall; it hangs in the air, a grey curtain woven from the breath of the earth itself, blurring the boundary between the forest and the castle walls you are approaching. You are riding a horse that is too old for the journey, its ribs showing like the slats of a broken cage beneath its hide, and you are wearing armor that is too heavy for the soul it protects. You are Sir Julian...

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