The Faded River
The road to the High Court of Aethelgard was not paved with stone, but with the compacted memory of ten thousand feet, a grey ribbon that wound through the mist like a vein of silver buried in dark earth. I walked it for three days, my boots heavy with the dust of the lower provinces, my mind heavier with the silence that had taken up residence in my chest since the last time I saw the woman...
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