The Wistful Skyline

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Elias, come here. The voice did not come from the air, but seemed to rise from the damp stones of the cellar, a low, grinding rumble that vibrated in the twelve-year-old’s teeth, a summons that carried the weight of the manor’s centuries of rot and duty. Elias sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the sheets twisted around his waist like a burial shroud, and watched the dust motes dance in the...

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