The Wistful Witness
The wind howls through the pass, a low, guttural sound that vibrates in the teeth and rattles the iron bars of the gate. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, a warden of the Northern Reach, and you have come here to seal the final lock before the winter storm breaks the sky. Your joints ache with a stiffness that feels less like age and more like rust, a physical manifestation of the creeping...
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