The Faded Root
The rain does not fall so much as it assaults the courtyard, a cold, relentless hammering that turns the packed earth into a slurry of mud and broken leaves. You are Elias Thorne, Captain of the Royal Guard, and you are soaked to the bone, the wool of your tunic heavy with water that seeps into your joints like a slow-acting poison. In your left hand, clutched against your chest, is a sealed...
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