The Faded River

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The Faded River

The hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool. It was a thick scent, cloying and heavy, hanging in the air like a fog that refused to lift. Sir Thomas stood by the hearth, his hands clasped behind his back. He did not eat. He watched the fire. The flames licked at the stone, consuming the oak with a slow, rhythmic hunger. He was a large man, broad in the shoulder, but his spine had begun to...

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