The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain in the Kingdom of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the distinction between the sky and the earth, leaving only the wet, stone face of the Citadel looming above the mud. You rode through it, your armor clinking with the rhythmic, hollow sound of a bell tolling in an empty church, the leather of your saddle slick with the cold that had...

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