The Faded Apartment
The carriage wheels bit into the frozen earth of the royal approach, a rhythmic grinding sound that seemed to scrape against the very marrow of Aldous Thorne’s bones, as he rode toward the Citadel of Oria with the heavy, iron-cased chest of his trade strapped to the seat behind him, the leather straps cutting into his shoulders with a familiar, aching precision that served as a constant...
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