The Last Flame of Aetheris
The air tasted of iron and ash as Kael pressed his palm against the bark of the ancient oak, its leaves trembling despite the stillness. The forest had always whispered to him, but today the sound was a low, ragged…
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The Last Light of Eryndor
The sky above Eryndor burned a feverish crimson, a color that clung to the air like rust on steel. Kael stood at the edge of the village, his fingers curled around the hilt of his dagger, though he hadn’t touched…