The Wistful Skyline

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The mist on the moor did not behave like weather; it behaved like a judgment. Elias Thorne drove his sword into the flank of the spectral wolf, the blade passing through fur that felt like cold smoke, and the creature shrieked a sound that was less a howl than the tearing of old canvas. He was forty years old, his hands calloused from the plow and the hilt, and he fought not for glory but for...

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