The Distant Whispers
Thorne. The name was not called out with affection, but with the flat, finality of a verdict, spoken by Abbot Caelum as he stood before the double oak doors of the infirmary, his hands clasped in a gesture that looked less like prayer and more like a restraint. Elias Thorne, Captain of the Border Guard, stood ten paces back, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, the iron cold against his...
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