The Wistful Skyline
The rain hits the slate roof of the keep with a rhythm that feels less like weather and more like a relentless, mechanical counting down, a digital ticker of water droplets striking the ancient stone with the precision of a server farm’s cooling system. You stand in the center of the great hall, your boots sinking slightly into the mud that has been tracked in by a dozen pairs of armored feet,...
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