The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a steady, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the watchtower, a sound that had become part of my own heartbeat. I sat on the wet stone floor, cleaning my blade. The steel was dull. The water was cold. My hands shook, not from the chill, but from the fever that had settled in my marrow. "Is the gate open?" I asked. My voice was a rasp,...

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