The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-20 00:22:47 -

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, grey sleet that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into a slick, treacherous mirror of the city above. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my boots slipping slightly on the wet moss, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword not out of aggression, but out of a deep, bone-aching fatigue. The city of Aethelgard hung before me, a...

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