The Faded River
The heavy iron gate of the Blackwood Estate creaked open, a sound like the grinding of tectonic plates shifting beneath the crust of the earth, admitting the morning light into a courtyard that had not seen the sun in a decade, and there stood Captain Elias Thorne, his uniform pressed to a razor sharpness that seemed to cut the air, his hands clasped behind his back with a rigidity that...
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