A Reveal of the Past: Penny
The Warden’s Keep was a brutalist spike of stone that looked as though it had grown directly out of the hill’s ribcage. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of pine resin and old iron. While Soren and Caelis leaned over a massive oak table, I retreated to a small stone alcove near the hearth. My hands were still shaking, not from the cold — the fire here was roaring — but from the residual oily touch of Vespera’s mind. I pulled my grandmother’s journal from my bag. The pages were warped from the river water, the edges stained with a faint, crystalline blue, but the ink had held. I flipped past sketches of clockwork and pressed highland flowers, skimming the pages for the pages where she wrote about Runethorne Vale. Searching for any hint she might’ve left about the people here. E
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