The Pale Shadows
The great iron gate of the Citadel of Aethelgard did not merely close; it slammed shut with the finality of a coffin lid, severing the world outside from the suffocating, starless void within, and as the iron teeth interlocked with a sound like the cracking of ancient bones, Julian Vane felt the weight of the sky collapse onto his shoulders, a pressure so immense it seemed to crush the very air...
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