The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, grey curtain that blurred the line between the stone walls of the keep and the muddy ditch below. Sir Thomas Ashworth stood at the parapet, his hand gripping the hilt of a sword that felt heavier than it had in ten years. He was not a soldier of the field, not anymore. He was a keeper of keys, a guardian of a throne that had not been...

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