The Faded River
The door did not open. It dissolved. Elias stood in the corridor. The air tasted of copper and old stone. He was a man of the law, or so the parchment said. His badge was cold iron. It burned against his chest. The castle was a beast. It breathed in the dark. He walked. His boots were heavy. They clacked on the flagstones. The sound echoed. It sounded like a heartbeat. He looked for the source....
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