The Wistful Witness
The mist clings to the cobblestones of Harrowgate like a shroud that has forgotten how to lift. You stand at the edge of the market square, your armor polished to a mirror shine, reflecting the gray sky and the huddled figures of the townspeople who have not yet realized what you are. You are Sir Julian Vane, the Warden of the East Gate, a title that once carried the weight of iron and the...
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