The Golden Visit
The frost had not yet broken the silence of the valley when Silas Vane packed his kit, a ritual of grim precision that had outlasted the memory of the men who had once commanded him. He was a man of the old guard, a soldier in a war that had ended before he had fully joined it, leaving him stranded in a time that did not recognize his insignia. The air in the barracks was thin and tasted of...
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