The Wistful Skyline
The last thing you see before the seal is dropped is the way the light catches the dust motes dancing in the shaft of sunlight that pierces the high, arched window. It is a golden, suspended stillness, a moment held in amber before the world is severed. Then, the heavy iron doors groan, a sound like a dying beast, and they slam shut. The darkness does not fall all at once; it creeps in from the...
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