The Faded Road
The gate was heavy. You pushed. It did not move. You pushed again. The wood was cold. The air was thin. It tasted of iron. You stood before the Archon’s hall. The stones were white. They were not stone. They were bone. Polished. Smooth. They gleamed in the dark. You are Captain Elias Thorne. You remember your name. You remember your rank. You do not remember the war. You only remember the...
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