The Faded Frequency
The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the guard tower, a rhythmic, percussive assault that seemed to vibrate through the very stones of the keep, a relentless drumming that underscored the heavy, suffocating silence of the room where Captain Elias Thorne sat, his hands resting on the cold iron of his sword hilt, his eyes fixed on the figure standing before him with a mixture of...
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