The Faded Frontier
The snow fell on the obsidian ramparts of King Aldric’s court, a fine gray powder that coated the black stone in a layer of silence. Elara walked up the long, winding path, her breath misting in the cold air. She carried a cage. It was small, wrought of iron, and inside it stood the White Stag. The creature was perfect, its coat like fresh snow, its antlers branching into a complex, impossible...
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