The Wistful Skyline
The iron bars did not scrape against the stone as Marcus dragged himself toward the window, a sound so sharp and metallic that it seemed to tear the very air of the dungeon, and in that single, jagged shriek of metal on rock, the entire weight of his centuries-old confinement crashed down upon his shoulders with a physical force that buckled his knees, leaving him gasping not for air but for...
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