A cold gray sky and the tang of peat smoke greets you at the window. Below, thatch and tile roofs lean together towards the hill, a snarl of twisting alleys hidden between them. You hear the hammer of anvils, the creak of wagons, the drunken songs and sawing fiddles; deplorably mundane. It should have been a momentous day, you decide. A dramatic sky would have been more suitable.

Current Version: 1.0
Last Updated: May 15, 2026
– This is the version that was submitted for the contest.
– 100 passages, 24,421 words.
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