The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, gray fog that clung to the cobblestones of Millhaven and seeped into the marrow of my bones, a cold that no amount of whiskey or wool could quite banish, for it was a cold that had begun inside me years ago, in the silence of the barracks, and had only deepened since I set foot in this cursed, beautiful, rotting place where...

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