The Faded River

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The Faded River

The wind through the high windows of the Hall of Whispers carried the scent of wet stone and old iron. Sir Aldric stood at the center of the room, his hands bound not by rope, but by the weight of silence. He held the fern. It was a common thing, a green frond torn from the damp earth of the lower gardens, yet it trembled in his grip as if it were a living nerve. "Look at it," said Lord Kaelen,...

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