The Faded River
The road to the High Court of Oria was not a road at all, but a scar. It cut through the gray heath, pale and jagged, leading to a city that seemed to float on a pillar of smoke. Thomas Ashworth walked it with a limp. His left leg had been broken and set poorly by a village healer who feared the dark. The pain was a dull, rhythmic thud. It matched the beat of his heart. He carried a satchel....
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