The Distant Legend

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The fog in the Ashen Reach did not behave like weather; it behaved like a memory, thick and grey and smelling of sulfur and wet wool. Sergeant Elias Thorne marched through it, his boots crunching against a crust of ice that crumbled under his weight, the industrial skyline of the border town a distant, jagged scar against the white sky. He had been walking for six hours, driven by the concrete,...

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