The Wistful Skyline

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The iron gate did not creak; it ground, a sound like a bone snapping in a dry riverbed, announcing my arrival to the keepers who stood in the courtyard like statues of rusted tin. I was a prisoner of the high table, not the dungeon, for I had committed the crime of knowing too much, of tasting what was forbidden in the silent hours of the night. My name was Elias, and I had been the Royal...

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