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The sun hung low and heavy over the cobbled streets of Valerius, casting long, jagged shadows that stretched like grasping fingers across the wet stone. Captain Elias Thorne counted the seconds between his breaths, a rigid metronome in his mind that kept time with the thudding of the crowd against the barricade. He had twenty-three years of service etched into the topography of his face, each...
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