The Faded Road
The horse, a destitute creature of matted fur and hollow eyes, stumbled in the mud at the edge of the courtyard, its breath pluming in the cold, gray air like the last sighs of a dying world. Captain Elias Thorne watched from the high gallery, his silhouette cut sharp against the stained glass windows that depicted the saints he no longer believed in but still had to fear. Below him, the square...
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