The Faded River

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The Faded River

The sky above the fortress of Aethelgard did not break; it bled. A crimson twilight, thick as coagulated blood, bled through the fractured panes of the high window, staining the stone floor where Sir Thomas Bradshaw stood alone with the weight of his own silence. He was a man carved from the same grey rock as the keep, his armor dented and dark with the sweat of a long siege, yet his posture...

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