The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The iron gate of the keep did not creak so much as it groaned, a low, tectonic sound that seemed to rise from the bones of the earth itself. You stood before it, the heavy door of the gatehouse banging shut behind you with a finality that tasted of dust and dried blood. The air inside was thick, stale, and smelled of wet stone and the coppery tang of old rust. This was the Hall of Judgement,...

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