The Wistful Skyline

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The blood had not yet drained from the marble floor of the Palace of Winds when I lowered my sword. I stood in the center of the courtyard, the air thick with the copper scent of fear and the low, guttural moans of the wounded populace. Captain Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, twenty years in the Royal Guard, and I was trembling. My hands shook so violently that the pommel of my blade...

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