The Faded River

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The Faded River

The tower stood alone. It was a pillar of stone, black and jagged, rising from the fog like a broken finger pointing at a indifferent sky. Sir Alistair stood before it. He wore no armor. He wore only the silence that had grown heavy around his shoulders for thirty years. The mist clung to his cloak. It was cold. It was wet. It smelled of rot and old blood. He had come to the end of the road....

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