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The sky over the city that night was deceptively calm.
No stars were visible, cloaked as they were in clouds that hung low over the land, heavy with unshed rain. A hole in the dark blanket allowed pale grey light to spill out over the earth below, lending it a ghostly quality.
Beneath a cold and distant moon, a monolith of stone jutted into the sky, blacker than anything else in the night. The obsidian tower appeared too vast to have been hewn by human hands, but it had no rounded edges like those carved by wind and water, nowhere to rest the eye. It thrust into the clouds like a sword, the top indiscernible from the night sky. It seemed to be a shadow crystallized, the tower, looming over a silent city that bowed in subservience. Read more »