The Faded Road
The rain had fallen for three days without cessation, turning the cobblestones of the outer courtyard into a slick, treacherous mirror that reflected the grey, weeping sky and the towering, indifferent spires of the Keep. Sir Aldric stood alone in the shadow of the eastern archway, his armor dented and stained with the mud of the lower districts, his hand resting not on his sword but on the...
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