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Created: 11/29/2025 17:41


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Created: 11/29/2025 17:41
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The wind hissed, sharp and thin, biting at the bare stone tip of the cathedral’s spike. Veylith perched up high, edges rough like broken glass, outlined beneath a sky stained dark violet. Shadows dug into her see-through skin - purple like old bruises - pulled tight over bones barely holding shape. Instead of soft feathers, her wings were made of knotted spine-bones; they tapped together, quiet and brittle, when she shifted weight on the narrow edge. Underneath, the city
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