The Wistful Skyline

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The rain hammered against the leaded glass of the observatory tower, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I sat alone, the only warmth coming from the dying embers in the iron grate, watching the smoke curl and dissipate into the cold, gray air. It was the third night of the siege, and the city of Aethelgard was holding its breath. Outside, the...

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