The Faded Road
The dream was not of darkness, but of a dense, suffocating green. In it, Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of a field that did not end, the air thick with the scent of wet loam and rotting leaves. He was not wearing his uniform, though he felt the weight of the iron cross on his chest as if it were a stone dropped into still water. Before him, the trees were not trees, but the faces of...
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