The Golden Harbor
The road into the valley of Aethelgard was not a path but a scar, a jagged tear in the fabric of the ancient world that stretched endlessly toward the horizon of grey stone and withered heather. Captain Elias Thorne walked it alone, his boots sinking into the mud that wept under the weight of his iron-shod stride, the rain falling not as water but as a fine, cold mist that settled into the...
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