Night Watch at the Citadel Apex

Night had overtaken the high archives, leaving the summit plunged in deep shadows. A true commander does not abandon the highest parapet while darkness cloaks the domain. Beside the brass globe, I discovered a heavy square crystal paperweight, cold and dormant. I braced my boots against the shelf, locked both gauntlets onto its faceted corners, and shoved the heavy prism until it stood flush against the outer precipice. Now, it stands as an unyielding bulwark, catching the faint room light to watch over you and every lower approach while you sleep.