The Distant Legend

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Elias. The name hung in the damp air, a summons he had ignored for eleven years. He stood at the edge of the valley, his boots sinking into the wet mud of the Aethelgard border. The mist was not merely fog; it was a substance, thick and gray, pressing against his skin with the weight of wet wool. In his left hand, he clutched the silver locket. It was cold, a domestic chill that seeped through...

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