The Wistful Show
The road to the city of Oakhaven was not merely a path of dirt and stone, but a vein of iron pulsing through the chest of the old world, and Silas Vane walked it with the heavy, rhythmic tread of a man who had long since forgotten how to run. He was a soldier of the High Guard, a title that had once sounded like a promise of order and light, but which now felt only like a shackle forged from...
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