The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mist clung to the stones of the High Keep, a persistent gray shroud that erased the distinction between the earth and the sky, and within that damp, breathless silence, I had waited for three days. I was no more than a boy, though the years had stretched me thin and taught me the particular gravity of being small in a place built for giants. My name was Elias, and I was the keeper of the...

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