The Faded Dust
The fog did not roll in; it erupted, a sudden, suffocating wall of grey that swallowed the Ashen Valley whole. Captain Elias Thorne felt the change in the air before he saw it, a drop in temperature that bit through his wool doublet, followed by the distinct, metallic taste of ozone and old blood. He had led this patrol with the precision of a man who had spent ten years walking the border, his...
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