In the land of Čechovina, where the Vltava River flowed like a silver snake through the heart of the kingdom, magic was a whispered rumor, a hint of wonder that only a select few dared to believe. The Czech people were known for their practicality, their love of ale and good company, but deep in the forests and mountains, ancient secrets slumbered, waiting to be unearthed.

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With memory.

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Saint Wenceslaus (the horse, not the duke—a confusing detail the histories always got wrong) stood on a hill of rusted armor. His eyes were caves.

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A knight with no face stepped forward. He handed her a single grain of wheat. Not a real one—a sýr grain, so dense with compressed magic it would rupture any three-dimensional space.