The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-18 15:56:44 -

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from the sky, a heavy, grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and old stone. I stood in the center of the courtyard, my boots sinking into the mud that had once been cobblestone, the weight of my rifle a familiar, comforting anchor against my chest. Around me, the air shimmered with a low, violet haze, the distinct signature of the Breach,...

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