The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain hit the tin roof in a steady, metallic drumbeat. It was a cold, gray wash over the valley. Inside the stone keep, the fire crackled low. Thomas held the sword. The blade was old. The hilt was worn smooth by hands long dead. He gripped it tight. His knuckles were white. Across the room, his brother, Julian, stood by the window. Julian watched the storm. He did not look at Thomas. Thomas...

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