The Distant Legend
The stone cracked. It did not shatter with a bang, but with a sigh, a long, dusty exhalation that seemed to pull the air out of my lungs. I held the fragment in my palm. It was cold. It was sharp. It was the only thing I had left of the House of Aelric. I sat on the floor of the high tower. The wind howled outside, a sound like a beast starving. I am a man who has walked across seas and...
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