The Faded River

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The Faded River

The carriage wheels bit into the gravel path with a rhythmic, grinding screech that seemed to echo against the high, cold walls of the castle as they approached the gate, a sound that cut through the thick fog which clung to the valley floor like a shroud. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the corner of the vehicle, his hands resting on his knees, fingers twitching slightly as he held a small, worn wooden...

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