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Chapter 57 – A Memor of the Servant

Thane leaned back, his face softly illuminated by the firelight, his eyes reflecting a distant memory. “Very well. Under this sky and by this fire, I’ll tell you the tale that brought me here by my prince’s side.”

Thane’s gaze stayed on the fire, his eyes dark with grief that time had never erased. “I was just a boy when it happened. My village lay on the western side of the border, close to the mountains that divided East from West. Then, one night, bandits from the Western region stormed in—torching our homes, cutting down anyone they caught, and taking the rest as slaves.”

He stopped, his voice faltering with the weight of the memory. “I was taken, along with others from my village. But during the journey, I slipped away. I ran until my lungs burned, until my legs gave out. By the time I was