The Faded River

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The Faded River

I woke with the taste of iron and cold rain on my tongue, though the sky above the valley of Aethelgard was a bruised, unbroken violet, heavy with stars that did not twinkle but pulsed like the slow, arrhythmic heartbeat of a dying god. I was not in my cell. I was not in the grey stone holding of the Magistrate’s justice, where the air smelled of damp moss and the metallic tang of old blood....

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