The Wistful Skyline

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The stone breathed, a slow and terrible expansion of the chest that Thomas had known since childhood, the very walls of the Citadel of Aethelgard rising and falling with a rhythm that matched his own feverish pulse, a sound like the deep, wet inhalation of a god who had forgotten how to die. He woke with a gasp, the sweat cold and sticky on his brow, the air in the infirmary thick with the...

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