The Wistful Skyline
The payment for the lungs is due by the first frost, and if you do not have the coin in your hand, the man in the white coat will stop coming." Elias Thorne sat up in the narrow bed, the cold air of the High Keep biting into his damp shirt. The dream had left a taste of iron and wet slate on his tongue, the sky above the keep bleeding a thick, black ink that did not wash away. He rubbed his...
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