The Faded Frequency
You are waking up in the dark, or perhaps you have never truly woken up at all, for the world outside your skin is made of the same heavy, wet silence as the inside of your skull. You are standing in the courtyard of the Keep of Aethelgard, a place that exists only in the memory of stone and the breath of the wind, though it is written down in the leather-bound ledger that rests against your...
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