The Wistful Skyline
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a sound, a low, guttural tearing that rose from the foundations of the Great Hall and silenced the courtiers before the first ember touched the tapestry. It was a sound like a beast waking from a long, cold sleep, a vibration that traveled up through the stone floor and into the bones of every soul present, turning the air thick with the scent of...
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