The Wistful Skyline

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The mortar in the walls was crumbling, but the castle stood, stubborn and gray against the pale, unyielding sky. I sat in the high library, a room so cramped it felt less like a space and more like a held breath, the air thick with the scent of rotting parchment and the sharp, medicinal tang of dried lavender. Outside, the wind howled, a low, mournful sound that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I...

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