The Wistful Skyline

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The rain hammered against the leather hood of your cloak, a relentless, staccato rhythm that matched the pounding in your temples. You stood at the edge of the Blackwood, the ancient trees leaning over the muddy road like grieving elders, their branches stripped bare by the autumn wind. In your right hand, you gripped the hilt of your sword, the metal cold and familiar, a weight that had become...

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