The Faded Paradox
The bell of St. Jude’s didn’t ring so much as it groaned, a deep, tectonic shudder that vibrated through the stone floor and into the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s legs. It was not a call to prayer, nor a warning of fire, but the rhythmic, wet thud of the river rising, a sound that had seeped into the walls of the fortress until the mortar itself seemed to weep. The air in the keep was...
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