The Wistful Skyline

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The air in the Hall of Correction tasted of copper and stale lavender. It was a scent that had seeped into the very plaster of the walls, a preservation of memory that no amount of ventilation could scrub away. I stood before the High Arbiter, my hands bound by the soft, humming filaments of the Constraint, feeling the familiar, cold pull against my wrists. It was not pain, exactly, but a...

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