The Wistful Skyline

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The air in the city of Aethelgard tasted of copper and old rain, a flavor that coated the back of Elias’s throat and settled in his lungs like silt. He stood on the precipice of the glass bridge, the wind tearing at the hem of his coat, and watched the swarm of moths rise from the chasm below. They were not insects, not truly. They were fragments of memory, translucent and trembling, their...

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