The Distant Nightmare
The fog did not lift; it thickened, a grey wall pressing against the glass of the tribunal chamber until the world outside ceased to exist. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the room, his hands bound by the weight of his own silence, while the judges read the charges with a mechanical, dispassionate rhythm. He had wanted one thing since the raid on the borderlands: proof that his hesitation...
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