The Wistful Skyline
The mud of the King’s Highway was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing that held the boots of the men like a miser holds his gold, refusing to let them go. Thomas Ashworth felt the weight of it in his knees, a dull ache that mirrored the heavier weight in his chest. He was the Captain of the Guard for the County of Elden, a title that sat on his shoulders like a stone slab, cold and...
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