The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-23 08:37:33 -

The mist in Aethelgard did not rise from the ground; it settled from the ceiling of the sky, a thick, grey wool that smelled of wet stone and old copper. Elias Vane walked through it with a leather satchel slung across his chest, the weight of which had become a second skeleton over the last three days. Inside the satchel, wrapped in oilcloth and charcoal cloth, was the severed left hand of his...

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