The Wistful Skyline
The iron bolt slid into the socket with a heavy, definitive thud that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and settle deep in the marrow of Thomas Bradshaw’s bones, sealing the world outside away from the cold stone walls of the tower where he stood with his back against the only window, his hands wrapped tightly around the hilt of a sword that had belonged to his father before him, and...
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