The Faded River

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The Faded River

The bell did not ring. It screamed. A sound of iron tearing against iron, splitting the heavy, rain-slicked air of the Keep. Thomas Bradshaw stood on the balcony, his hand trembling against the cold stone. Below, the courtyard was a sea of steel and mud. The knights of the Order of the Silver Flame were moving. Not marching. Flowing. Like water seeking the lowest point. They were coming for...

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