The Wistful Skyline
The rain had turned the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into slick mirrors of grey and black, reflecting the towering, stone-jawed face of the Citadel that loomed over the city. Silas Vane walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who had spent twenty years carrying the weight of the law in his boots. He was the Captain of the Night Watch, a role that had defined his existence since he was...
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