The Wistful Atlas
The stone did not fall; it simply ceased to be whole. It broke along a fault line that had existed since the beginning of the world, a hairline fracture in the granite that held the sky up, and as it shattered, the dust did not rise but sank into the earth like snow into ice. Sir Alistair Thorne stood in the center of the ruin, his armor dented and dull, the metal singing a low, mournful note...
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