The Distant Cartograph
The sky above the valley of Aethelgard did not break so much as it dissolved, a slow and terrible bleeding of indigo into a bruised violet that swallowed the horizon whole, leaving no distinct line between the earth and the air, a collapse of boundaries that had held the world together for centuries, and in that moment, when the light died and the wind began to scream with the voices of the...
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