The Wistful Skyline

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The Master’s voice cut through the humid air of the feast hall like a blade through wet wool, summoning Elias from the corner where he stood watching the communal bread rise with an unnatural, pulsing rhythm that mirrored the hollow ache in his own starving heart. It was the winter solstice, the village of Oakhaven gathered in the stone hall of the mill to celebrate the turning of the year,...

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