The Faded Chronicle

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The mud in the courtyard of the Blackfriars barracks did not dry; it only deepened, sucking at the leather soles of Elias Thorne’s boots as he stood before the tribunal table. He was thirty-two years old, a veteran of the King’s Guard with twelve years of service etched into the permanent stiffness of his left knee, and he was currently arguing for the life of a boy who had not yet learned how...

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