The Golden Quest
The name was called out across the mud, a sharp bark that cut through the grey damp of the border outpost. "Thorne." It was not a greeting. It was a summons, heavy with the weight of protocol, echoing off the stone walls of the guardhouse. Elias Thorne did not turn. He stood with his back to the yard, staring at the black stain spreading across his chest, beneath the wool of his uniform. The...
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