The Wistful Skyline

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The sky above the citadel of Aethelgard did not darken with clouds, as skies do when a storm gathers, but with a slow, viscous bleeding of indigo into the stone, a twilight that had no night to follow and no dawn to promise, for the stars had been eaten by the silence that had settled over the land like a shroud, leaving only the moon, which hung low and heavy as a ripe fruit about to split,...

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