The Faded Road
The iron bangle on his wrist cracked. It was a small sound. A sharp, brittle snap. Like a dry twig under a boot. But it shattered the silence of the hall. Elias stood still. His hands hung at his sides. The bangle was gone. Or rather, it was in pieces. Two curved shards of cold metal lay on the stone floor. They glinted in the torchlight. He had not broken it with intent. He had broken it with...
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