The Wistful Silence

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The iron tasted of blood. Not just mine. The air in the vault was thick, stale with the scent of old stone and older fear. I gripped my sword, the weight of it a familiar anchor in the chaos. Around us, the King’s Guard moved with mechanical precision. They did not fight like men. They fought like a machine made of flesh and duty. I am Sir Elias Thorne. I have served the Crown for twenty years....

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