The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and damp wool. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the curtains and settled in the lungs of every guest. Sergeant Major Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the room, his spine rigid, a statue carved from granite and old pain. He held a glass of sherry he did not intend to drink. The liquid in the crystal swirled with a faint, amber light....

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