The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-19 23:43:32 -

The iron gate did not open so much as it dissolved, the metal turning to rust-colored dust that drifted upward into a sky that was not a sky but a membrane of bruised purple and sickly yellow. I stood at the threshold of the Hollow, a place that existed neither here nor there, suspended in a medieval twilight where the air tasted of copper and old blood. My hands were shaking. I could feel the...

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