The Wistful Skyline

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The wind on the Cliffs of Moyle does not howl; it grinds, a sound like iron teeth chattering on stone, and I have learned to distinguish the specific frequency of the mist before it touches the skin. I am Silas, forty-two years old, the last of the border wardens on the jagged edge where the old kingdom meets the void, and I want to hold the line against the encroaching fog that swallows men...

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