The Faded Masquerade
The forest breathed. Not metaphorically. It expanded. Branches cracked. Leaves hissed. The air tasted of copper and rot. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the ridge. His armor was dented. His shield was cracked. He did not look down. He looked at the tree. The Oak. It was ancient. It was alive. It watched him. Thorne was not a man of gods. He was a man of law. The Law of the King. The King was a...
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