The Faded Ruin
The mortar cracked the gate’s hinges with a sound like a bone breaking in the dark. Major Elias Thorne did not hesitate. He did not calculate the trajectory of the shrapnel, nor did he weigh the moral calculus of the order he had just received. He moved. His boots, heavy with the red clay of the lower districts, found purchase on the slick cobblestones as he vaulted the threshold. The air...
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