The Distant Nightmare
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain that erased the horizon. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the black water, the mud sucking at his boots with a sound like a dying breath. He was not here to conquer. He was here to say goodbye. The castle of Aethelgard loomed behind him, a jagged silhouette against the bruised sky, its turrets weeping stone dust into...
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