The Distant Legend
The blade slipped through the rot of the oak door with a sound like a sigh, and Captain Elias Thorne found himself standing in the center of the room, his boots sinking into the damp, cold earth that had once been the foundation of a home. The air was thick with the scent of wet stone and old blood, a heavy, metallic tang that coated the back of his throat. He did not raise his weapon. He did...
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