The Faded Root
The river had swollen to a muddy, churning width that swallowed the banks whole, turning the familiar path into a treacherous sludge where the mud sucked at every boot like a hungry mouth, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stood knee-deep in the cold current, the water lapping at the hem of his greatcoat, feeling the dampness seep into the bones of his legs with a slow, insidious persistence that...
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