The Faded River

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The Faded River

The banquet hall smelled of roasting lamb and damp wool, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the lungs and refuse to leave. You stood at the edge of the room, your uniform pressed to a severity that felt less like protection and more like a cage. The town of Oakhaven had gathered to celebrate the return of the river festival, a tradition so old it predated the paved roads, yet...

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