The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-19 23:06:22 -

The morning I left the Hall of Whispers, the air smelled of damp limestone and crushed violets. It was a scent that had clung to my skin for forty years, a perfume of duty and decay that I could never quite scrub away. I did not look back at the great oak doors, which were carved with the faces of kings long turned to dust. I knew that if I looked, my legs would buckle, for I was leaving the...

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