The Pale Verdict
The journey into the citadel of Oakhaven began not with a march, but with a walk, a slow, deliberate trudging through the mist that clung to the cobblestones like wet wool. Captain Elias Thorne carried his rifle, a heavy piece of ironwood and steel that had served him faithfully since the border skirmishes, but today it felt less like a weapon and more like a limb he could no longer use. The...
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