The Faded River

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The Faded River

The firelight ate the shadows. It was a great blaze, roaring in the stone hearth, casting long, dancing ghosts against the rough-hewn walls of the hall. The air smelled of roasting meat, pine resin, and the damp wool of a hundred bodies pressed close. Thomas sat at the edge of the table. His tunic was clean, but his hands were not. They trembled slightly, a fine vibration that he could not...

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