The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall in the city of Oakhaven; it seeped. It climbed the soot-blackened brickwork of the Inquisitorial Spire like a living thing, cold and insistent, seeking the cracks in the stone. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots slick with mud and something darker. He was a man composed of sharp angles and quiet desperation, a Seeker of the High Order, tasked with...
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