The Faded Attic
The iron cauldron sat in the center of the muddy courtyard, its rim slick with the condensation of a rain that had not stopped for three days, and Sergeant Major Elias Thorne stood before it with the heavy, bone-deep exhaustion of a man who had been walking for a century in a life that had only lasted forty years, staring into the churning, black depths of the water that smelled of iron and old...
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