The Wistful Skyline

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The rain does not fall here. It rises. From the black, viscous mud of the valley floor, droplets detach themselves with a wet, sucking sound, drifting upward like inverted snow. You stand on the precipice of the Glass Walk, the transparent bridge that spans the chasm to the Spire of Aethelgard. Your hands are cold. They have been cold for three days, ever since the fever took your brother,...

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