The Wistful Crossroads

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The sky above the city of Aethelgard did not simply darken; it bruised, a deep, subcutaneous purple spreading from the horizon like a wound that would not clot, pressing down upon the spires of the old industrial quarter with a weight that made the very air feel thick and viscous, a tangible substance that clung to the skin of the children who stood in the square, their breath coming in short,...

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