The Wistful Silence

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The iron gate groans, a sound like a man clearing his throat before a confession. You stand before it, the weight of the sword in your hand feeling less like a weapon and more like a dead limb. The rain has stopped, leaving the cobblestones slick and black, mirroring the bruised sky above. Inside the citadel, the air is thick with the scent of wet wool and stale fear. You are here to judge. Or...

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