The Distant Blade
The road to the Spire was not a road. It was a scar in the earth, a line of packed mud and broken stone that cut through the mist like a wound that would not heal. Elias walked it with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man carrying a weight he could not set down. He was the Inquisitor of the Lower Ward, a title that meant nothing to the high lords but everything to those who lived in the shadows...
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