The Faded River

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The Faded River

You are standing in the shadow of the Great Hall, and the stone beneath your boots is cold enough to bite through the thick wool of your tunic, a chill that travels up your legs and settles in the marrow of your bones like a persistent, low hum that will not fade, and you realize with a sudden, crushing clarity that you have been dreaming this moment for years, that the weight of the helmet on...

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