The Faded Road
The rain had been falling for three days, turning the cobblestones of the King’s courtyard into a slick, black mirror that reflected the grey, weeping sky. Sir Aldous Vane stood at the center of this wet expanse, his armor dented and stained with mud, the heavy steel of his pauldrons chafing against shoulders that had not known rest in a fortnight. He did not look up at the high windows of the...
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