The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain does not fall; it hangs, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the watchtower, blurring the city below into a smear of wet stone and dim light. You are alone in the chair, your back straight against the cold wood, your hand resting on the hilt of the sword that is not quite a sword, but a ceremonial blade of tarnished silver, heavy with the weight of a duty you can no...

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