The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-24 14:57:24 -

The wine was thick, the smell of roasted lamb heavy in the air, and the laughter of the guild brothers echoed off the vaulted ceilings of the hall like stones rolling down a dry well. I stood at the edge of the feast, my hands clasped tightly around the silk shawl draped over my shoulders, the fabric a cool, dead weight against my neck. Clara had worn it the day before she died, a midnight blue...

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