The Distant Whispers

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The air in the Aetherial Court tasted of ozone and crushed iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of Sir Aldous Thorne’s throat as he raised his shield against the shimmering, formless pressure of the Void. He stood alone at the edge of the Obsidian Spire, a jagged tower of black glass that pierced the swirling nebulae of the upper atmosphere, and his breath came in short, ragged huffs,...

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