The Faded Road
The seal broke at dawn. It was not a sound like thunder, but a wet, tearing sigh, as if the very skin of the world had been pulled loose from its bones. Thomas Ashworth stood on the ramparts of the Citadel, his hand still resting on the hilt of his sword, watching the ink bleed into the parchment of the sky. The Great Seal of the Order, a wax disc of crimson and gold, had been stamped onto the...
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