The Faded Sutra
The stone fortress of Oakhaven did not stand so much as it endured, a bruised and battered relic of an age when men believed that mortar and mortar could hold back the tide of time, and within its damp, moss-eaten walls, Sergeant Elias Thorne sat alone in the shadow of a crumbling archway, his back pressed against the cold grit of the wall as he polished a sword that had no business being...
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