The Wistful Skyline

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The iron bars were wet with condensation, and the air tasted of rust and old blood. Silas Vane stood in the center of the circular arena, his knuckles wrapped in bloody tape, his breathing a ragged, mechanical rhythm that matched the thumping of his own heart. Around him, the crowd was not a crowd of people, but a churning sea of shifting, industrial fog, their faces obscured by masks of...

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