The Wistful Saga
The iron gates of the Citadel did not creak when I pushed them open, for they were heavy with the accumulated weight of centuries, and the silence that greeted me was so profound it felt less like an absence of sound and more like a physical pressure against my eardrums, a thick, viscous thing that tasted of ozone and old blood, and as I stepped across the threshold into the courtyard, the air...
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