The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-18 02:46:52 -

The banquet hall of the Obsidian Spire did not smell of roasted meats or aged vintages, but of ozone and crushed lilies, a scent that hung heavy in the stagnant air like a physical weight pressing against the temples of every guest who had gathered to witness the final ascent of Silas Vane, the last of the Veil-Weavers, a man whose fingers, stained permanently with the indigo dust of the ether,...

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