The Faded Chronicle
The rain in Blackwood had a texture, a gritty, industrial weight that slicked the cobblestones of the mill yard into a mirror of gray and black. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the yard, his shoulders hunched against the cold, his fingers wrapped tightly around the brass casing of his compass. It was a relic, a gift from his mentor, Major Halloway, who had died three winters...
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