The Faded Frontier
The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth, a heavy, gray sleet that turned the cobblestones of the outer courtyard into slick, treacherous mirrors where the reflection of the keep’s broken tower swayed and distorted like a dying man’s breath. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the Great Hall, his armor dented and rusted from years of service against unseen foes,...
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