The Faded Apartment
The sky above the citadel of Aethelgard did not simply darken; it hemorrhaged, a bruised and swollen dome of violet and charcoal that pressed down upon the stone walls with a weight that felt less like atmospheric pressure and more like the collective grief of a kingdom forgotten by time. I stood in the center of the Great Hall, my armor clinking softly against itself, a metallic whisper in the...
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