The Wistful Skyline

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The air in the Atrium tasted of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat. He stood at the edge of the precipice, his fingers trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that pressed against his eardrums. Across the vast, glass-walled chamber, Magistrate Vane sat upon a throne of woven shadows, his face a mask of polite...

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