The Wall's Shadow
(V-04: New York Realism) The mud of the Lowlands didn't just cling to your boots; it tried to swallow you whole. Silas wiped a mixture of grit and sweat from his brow, his lungs burning with the metallic tang of the Great Forge. Around him, ten thousand men and women were screaming, their voices lost in the rhythmic thud of the pile-drivers. They were building the Sky-Wall. The architects in...
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