The Distant Legend

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The rain in the city of Aethelgard does not fall; it hovers, a suspended curtain of gray mist that clings to the stone and the soul alike. You stand on the precipice of the Great Hall, your fingers digging into the wet, slicked granite of the parapet, feeling the cold seep through the leather of your gloves. Below, the streets are a labyrinth of shadows and flickering lanterns, where the...

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