The Wistful Skyline

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The rain fell like a curse, cold and relentless, washing the blood from the cobblestones of the old bridge. Commander Elias Thorne stood with his back against the damp stone, his breath coming in ragged gasps, the weight of his sword a familiar ache in his forearm. Across the chasm, the men of the High Court waited, their armor gleaming with a polished, sterile light that seemed to repel the...

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