The Wistful Cipher
The sky above the city of Aethelgard did not so much darken as it bruised, a deepening violet that swallowed the sun in a sudden, violent eclipse that plunged the entire metropolis into a twilight so profound it felt less like a time of day and more like a physical weight pressing down on the shoulders of every citizen. In the heart of this sudden dimness, Elias Thorne stood on the balcony of...
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