The Golden Circuit
The storm did not arrive; it was born in the marrow of the earth, a shuddering, tectonic groan that swallowed the valley of Oakhaven whole, turning the sky into a bruised, unblinking eye that stared down with the terrible, indifferent patience of a god who had long since forgotten the prayers of men, and in that moment of cataclysmic silence before the rain, Captain Elias Thorne stood in the...
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