The Distant Legend

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The sky above the valley of Aethelgard did not simply darken; it bruised, a deep, purplish hemorrhage that spread from the horizon like ink in water, swallowing the sun before it had even fully risen. Elara stood at the edge of the cliff, her small fingers digging into the wet, cold earth, watching the smoke rise from the village below. It was a silent, terrible thing, the way the wind had died...

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