The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The great hall of the city-state of Aethelgard was a cathedral of stone and smoke. It smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. In the center of the room, on a dais of polished oak, sat Elara. She held the astrolabe. It was a sphere of brass and silver, intricate and cold. It had been in her family for three generations. It was the key to the city’s water system. Or so the Council believed. Elara...

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