The Faded Root
The morning the garrison wall finally collapsed, it did not fall with a thunderous crash that shattered the silence of the valley, but rather with a slow, suffocating groan of mortar and limestone, a sighing exhalation of dust that settled upon the shoulders of Captain Elias Thorne like a fine, grey shroud. He stood in the courtyard, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the vibration of...
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