The Golden Circuit
March 14, 1893 The smoke from the outpost is thick enough to taste, a metallic grit that coats the tongue and settles in the lungs, yet I find myself writing this letter with a hand that does not tremble, for I am Silas Vane, Captain of the Royal Border Guard, and I have a duty to perform that supersedes the pain in my chest. I write to you, Lord Ashworth, from the ruins of our forward...
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