The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream has a taste, you know. It tastes of copper and wet ash, a metallic tang that sticks to the back of your throat long after the waking world tries to scrub it away. You are standing in the Great Hall of the Iron Court, though you have no memory of entering. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of burning ozone and old stone, and the silence is so profound it feels like a physical...

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