The Faded Road
The year was 1347, and the city of Harrowgate smelled of wet stone and rotting hay. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the heavy oak doors of the Magistrate’s hall, his hands clasped behind his back, the leather of his gauntlets creaking in the thin morning air. He was thirty-two years old, a man whose face had been weathered by too much rain and too little sleep, and he carried a single,...
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