The Pale Verdict
The name came to him over the sound of the mud sucking at his boots. "Thorne. Hold the line." It was not a request, but a command issued by the silence between the explosions. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the breach of the Iron Gate, the Year of the Ashen King pressing down on his shoulders like a wet wool coat. He wanted to survive. He wanted to carry the sealed decree from the warlord’s...
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