The Wistful Witness

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The iron rain of the sky, which had not stopped for forty days, tasted of copper and old blood, and it hammered against the obsidian scales of my wings with a rhythm that was less a sound and more a physical bruising against the membrane of my soul, a relentless, industrial percussion that marked the time of my imprisonment in this city of smoke and stone where the air itself had turned to a...

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