The Wistful Skyline

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the moor into a soup of mud and rotting heather, and inside the heavy oak doors of the Hall, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and the slow, sickening decay of the old world. Elias sat by the fire, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled...

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