The Faded Root
The brass buckle of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s belt was not merely fastening; it was a small, cold eye, staring up from the velvet lining of his waistband, watching the world with a patience that outlasted empires. It had been there, a tarnished, circular void in the fabric of his existence, since the day he first buckled it onto his hips in the draughty recruitment hall, a metal seed planted in...
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