The Wistful Skyline

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The iron of the shield bit into my forearm, a cold, unyielding pressure that matched the coldness of the stone floor beneath my knees as I pinned the rogue sorcerer to the damp earth, my weight a calculated leverage against his thrashing limbs, the air around us thick with the ozone tang of unraveling magic and the metallic scent of fear that clung to his skin like a second skin, while above us...

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