The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist that soaked the grey stone of the keep and turned the courtyard into a shallow, trembling mirror of the sky, where the only sound was the rhythmic, hollow thud of iron against wood as Aldric, the Constable of the Gate, tested the integrity of the lock on the armory door, his hands red and raw from the cold that had seeped...

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