The Faded Guest
The air in the high tower of the obsidian keep tasted of copper and ancient dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of Captain Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before the mirrored vault, his breath forming small, trembling clouds in the stagnant, cold atmosphere that clung to the stones like a shroud. He had been summoned by the High Warden, a man whose face was a map of scars and whose...
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