The Distant Blade
The gate did not creak. It exhaled. A long, dry sigh of iron against stone, marking the threshold between the world of men and the silence of the Deep Vault. Elias Thorne stepped across it, the weight of his chains no longer a burden of punishment but a familiar architecture of his self. He was a prisoner here, yes, but not of the stone. He was a prisoner of the record. Of the verdict. Of the...
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