The Faded Ruin
Thorne. The name was not spoken in greeting but in summons, cut through the thick, cloying air of the banquet hall by the sharp clatter of a silver goblet striking the stone table. Commander Elias Thorne did not look up immediately; his eyes remained fixed on the tremor in his own hand, a fine, arrhythmic shaking that had begun three hours prior when the candlelight had shifted, revealing the...
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