Whispering Verses

In an era of steam and mystery, becoming a correspondence student at an arcane academy was something Shad had never imagined. The murmuring voices play like a symphony in his ears—who is reciting the verses of foreign travelers? Ancient gods and otherworldly beings, as the brass-colored fate wheels turn, golden runes shimmer. Steam dances, the furnace flickers, relics resound, and the old gods awaken. A hand reaches through the dense fog, parting the haze of a mad era