The Faded Frontier
The sky split open. Not with thunder. With silence. A white, screaming silence that sucked the air from the lungs of the city below. Elias stood on the balcony. His hands gripped the iron rail. The metal was cold. It burned his skin. The palace was shaking. The old stone groaned. Dust rained down from the eaves. It settled on his coat. It settled on his sword. He looked up. The clouds were not...
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