The Wistful Skyline

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The banquet hall of the Obsidian Citadel smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone, a scent that had seeped into the very marrow of the place over centuries. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon sat at the far end of the long, polished table, his fingers trembling slightly around his crystal goblet. The air was thick with the hum of low conversation and the clinking of silverware, but Arthur heard only the...

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