The Bride of Alpha Targarion
Mustiness hit right away, thick with old dust, plus a trace of something else… maybe incense, possibly dried blood.
A hidden storage space sits below ground. It stays out of sight, tucked beneath layers of dirt and silence. Few know it exists, buried under old pathways and forgotten maps.
A small space, yet shelves clung to every wall, cracked leather spines crammed beside glass cases holding dusty vials. There, in the middle, sat a heavy oak slab mapped with star patterns carved deep. On top, right where sight first lands, lay a yellowed sheet stretched flat.
Faint marks caught my eye as I moved closer, a beam of light sliding across old ink. Up near the edge, cramped letters spelled out a
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