The Wistful Skyline
The banquet hall was a cavern of gold and shadow, suspended in a twilight that did not belong to any calendar I had ever known. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats and heavy, cloying spices that coated the back of my throat, a physical weight that mirrored the dread settling in my chest. I sat at the head of a long table, though I was the lowest among the seated, a sentinel in a...
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