The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The feast was a lie. That is the first thing I must tell you, though I have told it to no one but the stone walls of this cell. It smelled of roasted lamb and spiced wine, but the taste was ash. We sat in the great hall of the fortress, a place built of grey granite that wept with condensation in the deep winter. The torches burned low, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to detach...

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