The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The air in Aethelgard tastes of iron and rust, a metallic tang that coats the back of the throat. I am Elias, a glassblower, and I have come here to beg for my life back. The city floats, suspended by a magic so old it has forgotten its name, and the sun above us has three faces, each casting a distinct shadow that moves with a lag, like a sleeper waking. I stand before the Guild Master, a man...

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