The Faded River
The rain hit the glass. It did not fall. It struck. A grey sheet. A wall of water. Inside, the air was still. Cold. Elias stood. He wore the armor. Not for the fight. For the weight. The steel was old. It was his father’s. The metal had turned black with time. With use. It fit him wrong. His shoulders were too broad. His neck too thick. The leather straps cut. He did not adjust them. He let...
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