The Distant Legend
The wind did not merely blow across the moors; it stripped them bare, a relentless, physical force that sought to scour the very stone from the earth. Elias Thorne walked with a limp that was less a gait than a negotiation with gravity, each step a calculated yield to the pain that had become the most honest part of him. He was a man of the Corps, or had been, until the Corps had decided that...
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