The Wistful Silence

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The morning fog lay heavy on the cobblestones of the old fort, a gray veil that seemed to swallow the sound of boots on the flagstones. Elias stood at the gate, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not seen blood in a decade. He was leaving. The order had come down from the High Council, written in ink that smelled of iron and authority. He was to be dismissed. Not for cowardice,...

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