The Distant Ghost
The sky did not break; it shattered, a sudden and violent rupture in the fabric of the afternoon that sent a cascade of iron-grey rain and howling wind crashing down upon the stone walls of Aethelgard, a fortress-town perched precariously on the edge of a jagged, ancient cliff where the sea roared like a dying beast. Seraphina stood in the center of the great hall, her armor dented and stained...
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