The Wistful Silence

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The mist did not rise so much as it exhaled, a slow, grey breath that swallowed the stone ramparts of the Citadel. It was a place that existed in the margins of memory, a fortress built not of mortar but of accumulated grievances, suspended in a twilight that belonged to no specific century. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, his uniform pressed and immaculate, a stark...

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