The Pale Bridge
The storm did not break against the walls of the Obsidian Hall; it consumed them. You feel the vibration in your teeth before you hear the howl, a low-frequency hum that resonates with the bone structure of the citadel, a place where the architecture itself is a living, breathing entity of stone and shadow. You are Major Elias Thorne, or at least, you were, until the moment the sky turned the...
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