The Wistful Skyline

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone, a scent that had settled into the grout of the fortress walls over centuries. Elias stood at the edge of the long table, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the familiar hum of the iron in his bones. It was not merely metal; it was a living thing, a second pulse that beat in counterpoint to his own heart. Around him, the...

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