The Wistful Saga
The ledger in the High Council’s vault recorded forty-two breaches of the Peace Statute this quarter, but Sergeant Elias Thorne knew the true count was measured in dents. He stood in the mud-choked square of Oakhaven, his boots sinking into the slurry of rain and crushed brick, gripping the rim of his iron shield. The metal was cold against his palms, slick with condensation and the grime of...
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