The Faded Ruin
The valley floor stretched out under a sky the color of old copper, a high moor where the wind scoured the earth bare and no shelter stood for miles. In the center of this desolate expanse, the Aethelgard Citadel rose like a wound in the landscape, its walls thick with the silence of erased histories. Hoda Habib, thirty-two, stood in the pit, her armor heavy with the weight of duty, the crowd...
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