The Wistful Skyline

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The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall; it hovered, a thick, grey mist that clung to the cobblestones and the iron grates of the drainage channels, smelling of wet chalk and old blood. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the market square, his breathing ragged, his hands trembling not from cold but from a terror that had no physical source, a vibration that seemed to emanate from the...

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