The Wistful Skyline

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The air in the Great Hall of Aethelgard tasted of copper and old stone, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat like a bad omen. Sir Caelan stood alone before the high arched window, his back to the assembled court, his hands resting heavily on the cold stone sill. His left hand, the one that had once wielded the sword with such terrifying precision, was now useless, the fingers...

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