The Wistful Skyline
Chapter One She remembered the weight of the silver before she remembered the cold, a dense, metallic pressure against her sternum that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room and everything to do with the hierarchy of the town, which was why Anca Adamyan stood in the center of the candlelit hall, her hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, grinding effort of holding her...
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