The Wistful Asylum

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The sky above the valley of Aethelgard had turned the color of a bruised plum, a bruise that had been forming for three centuries, swelling with the heavy, stagnant weight of a curse that no priest could name and no sword could break, while Sir Kaelen, whose armor had once gleamed with the pride of the King’s own guard, now walked with a limp that spoke not of battle wounds but of a soul slowly...

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