The Wistful Skyline
The storm broke over the fortress of Oakhaven not with a roar, but with a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing against the stone windows. Commander Elias Thorne stood on the highest rampart, his armor dull and scratched, the leather of his gauntlets creaking with the cold. Below him, the city lay in ruins, the smoke from the burning marketplaces rising in thick, gray columns...
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