The Smith's Son
The desert beyond Antioch was a vast and merciless place, the kind of desolation that made men question every choice that had brought them there. On the third day of crossing it, the six scouts were down to four, their water skins light, their spirits lighter still. Elias of Blacksmith's End walked in the middle of the formation, his small frame moving with the steady, inexorable pace of...
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