The Faded Road
The brass mirror cracked down the center before the first scream ever left the room. It was a thin, hairline fracture, running from the upper left corner to the bottom right, like a vein of ice in a winter river. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the High Chamber, his uniform pressed to a severity that seemed to repel the dust of the age. He was a man carved from the same iron as the...
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