The Faded Road
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick, dark mirrors. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the rampart, his boots sinking slightly into the mud that oozed from the cracks in the ancient stone. He was not looking at the horizon, where the fog swallowed the distant hills, but at the object in his hand. It...
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