The Distant Legend
The collapse of the Great Atrium did not happen with a crash, but with a sigh, a long, tectonic exhalation that seemed to drain the very air from the city of Velloria. Dust, thick and gray as the ash of forgotten winters, settled over the spires, swallowing the sunlight that had once poured through the stained glass in rivers of color. Elias Thorne stood in the ruins of the Department of...
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