The Distant Promise
The rain fell upon the moor in sheets of iron, blurring the line between the earth and the sky until the world was nothing but a grey, weeping void. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood knee-deep in the sucking mud of the borderland, his breath hitching in his chest like a trapped bird. His sword, a relic of the old order, was heavy in his hand, the blade slick with a mixture of rain and the blood of...
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