Brooding over the past, he stood within the ruined spine of an old statue, a broken god whose outstretched arm once pointed toward something no one remembered.A scowl flickered across his face, brief and instinctive, before he shook his head and blinked hard, forcing the memory down.


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    A severed torch clattering onto the ground, its embers snuffed in the pooling blood.


    Their breath hitching as a younger man than expected clutched at the wound—barely more than a recruit. As their blood steamed against the cold.


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