The Distant Garden
The carriage jolted over the cobblestones, a rhythm that had long since settled into the bones of Captain Elias Thorne. He sat in the back, his hands resting on the pommel of a sword that did not exist, or perhaps, he was no longer certain which was the lie. The city of Oakhaven was not the place of his youth, nor the place of his execution, but it was the place where the paperwork had finally,...
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