The Faded Portrait

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The count was simple: twelve years of service, three hundred and forty-two days since the last frost, and one prisoner named Kael bound to the execution block with hemp rope that smelled of mildew and sweat. You are Elias Thorne, Captain of the Iron Guard, and your hand rests on the pommel of your sword, the leather grip worn smooth by twelve winters of marching. The wind off the northern...

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