The Faded Road
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and old stone, blurring the boundaries between the cobblestones of Millhaven and the sky above until the world seemed to dissolve into a singular, weeping entity. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the town square, his back to the town hall, his shoulders hunched beneath a coat that had...
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