The Faded Shield
The order came down from the High Command at dawn, etched in wax that had not yet fully cooled. It was a dismissal. Not of rank, but of purpose. Captain Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in the barracks, a pane of polished obsidian set into the stone wall. He watched his own reflection. The face was gaunt, the eyes hollowed by three years of siege. The pressure was not external. It was the...
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