The Wistful Silence
The tower falls. Not with a crash. With a sigh. Stone dust. Grey snow. You watch. From the ramparts. Your armor clinks. A single, sharp note. The silence after is deafening. It rings in your teeth. You are Captain Elias Thorne. You are the Law. Or you were. Now you are dust. And memory. And the echo of a command. The city of Oakhaven burns. Not with fire. With light. The old world is ending....
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