The Faded River
The iron gate of the Citadel of Aethelgard did not open, for there was no hand left to turn the wheel, and the sound of the water against the stone was the only voice that answered the silence of the dead man who lay sprawled in the mud outside the threshold, his armor dented and rusted into a shape that resembled less a warrior and more a twisted root system pulled from the earth by a storm....
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