The Faded River

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The Faded River

The feast was loud. It was too loud. The noise of the hall pressed against the back of my skull like a physical weight. I sat at the lower end of the long table, far from the King’s raised dais. My hands were still. They had to be still. I held the shawl in my lap. It was woven from dark wool and silver thread. It was heavy. It was cold to the touch. I did not look up. I looked at the weave. I...

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