The Distant Blade
The leather binding of the journal is cracked and stiff, the pages yellowed with the damp of a cellar that has seen too many winters, and the ink, though faded, remains sharp in its declaration of a life systematically dismantled by duty. I am Elias, a city guard of the Iron Guild, and this book is the record of how I lost everything I thought I had, not to death, but to the slow, grinding...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews