The Faded Ruin
The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled from the earth itself, a thick, bruised violet mist that swallowed the stone walls of the fortress and blurred the line between the living and the dead. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, his hands resting on the cold iron of his pike, feeling the familiar, dull ache in his knuckles that had become as much a part of his...
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