The Wistful Skyline

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The morning fog in the capital of Aethelgard did not lift so much as it dissolved, leaving the high court of the Alchemists’ Spire shrouded in a pale, damp grey that clung to the stone and the souls within it. Elias, a scribe of modest rank whose hands were stained permanently with the ink of his failures, stood before the High Alchemist, Lord Vane, in the antechamber where the air smelled of...

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