The Wistful Skyline

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The ash fell like snow upon the cobblestones of the High Market, a grey and silent blanket that settled into the crevices of the ancient stones and coated the shoulders of the few survivors who still moved through the streets with the sluggish, dreamlike gait of the dying, for the air had turned thick and medicinal, a heavy syrup of burning sage and crushed poppy that filled your lungs and...

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