The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-20 21:59:39 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that smelled of wet stone and old iron. You stood alone in the courtyard of the Citadel of Ash, the weight of the obsidian plate armor pressing against your ribs, a second skeleton of silence. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and the faint, cloying sweetness of decay that always lingered in the lower halls. You...

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