The Pale Shadows
The road to the Citadel was not a road at all, but a scar of packed earth that wound up the spine of the mountain, choked by the grey lichen of centuries. It was a journey of ascent, a physical labor that required the mind to be quiet so the body might breathe. Sir Elias Thorne walked with a gait that had once been a march, now softened by the damp chill that seeped into the joints of his...
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