The Wistful Throne
The ink in the sky churns like a bruise, thick and black, pressing down on the floating city of Aethelgard. You are Elias Thorne, a cartographer whose job is to chart the edges of the world, but today your hands are shaking. You are not shaking from the cold, though the air in the archive is thin and sharp. You are shaking because you are holding a map that should not exist, and because your...
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