The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The morning air in the Hall of Whispers was thin, carrying the metallic taste of ozone and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the Grand Engine, a sound that had become the heartbeat of the kingdom. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the marble balcony, his uniform crisp and severe, the fabric stretched tight across his shoulders as he watched the procession of scribes below. They moved in...

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