The Faded Road
The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the world, a cold, heavy hand flattening the heather into the mud. You walk. Your boots, once polished to a mirror shine in the barracks of the Keep, are now clogs of rust and rot, the leather split so widely that the wet earth soaks into the cracks of your skin with every step. You are a soldier of the Order of the Silver Star, a title that...
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