The Faded River

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The Faded River

The castle did not breathe; it stood, a calcified monument to a silence that had been growing for three centuries, its stone walls absorbing the light of the dying afternoon and returning it as a cold, grey pulse that thrummed against the ribs of Margaret Holloway, who stood in the center of the Great Hall with the weight of her own history pressing down upon her shoulders like a physical...

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