The Wistful Skyline

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The rain falls not as water but as a fine, grey dust that settles into the creases of your skin and the hollows of your bones, a persistent, whispering snowfall that has been falling for three hundred years in the high towers of the Citadel of Verity, where the air tastes of old parchment and the metallic tang of forgotten oaths. You are sitting at the edge of the great library, your feet...

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