The Faded River

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The Faded River

The wind howls. It screams against the stone. You stand at the threshold. The door is oak. It is heavy. It is old. You do not knock. You do not enter. You leave. The gate closes behind you. The sound is final. A click of iron. A lock of stone. You walk away. The path is muddy. The rain is cold. It soaks your cloak. It chills your bone. You do not look back. You must not look back. To look is to...

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