The Wistful Show
You arrive in the Valley of Ash and Iron not as a conqueror, but as a ghost who has forgotten how to haunt, carrying with you the heavy, rusted weight of a title that no longer belongs to you. The air here is thick, tasting of sulfur and old rain, and the sky above is not blue but a bruised purple, bruised by centuries of smoke and silence. You are Edward Ashworth, or so the records say, though...
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