The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-18 11:25:19 -

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, turning the mud of the King’s road into a slurry that sucked at the boots of the men who marched through it. It was the kind of damp that seeped into the bone, a slow, creeping chill that no amount of dry wool could ward off. Thomas Bradshaw walked at the head of the column, his armor dented and streaked with rust and old blood, the metal creaking...

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