The Faded River

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The Faded River

The stone did not yield. It never had. Marcus Vane drove his shoulder into the archway, feeling the ancient limestone grind against his cartilage, a friction that tasted of dust and iron in the back of his throat. Outside, the wind howled through the narrow slits of the keep, a sound like a living thing screaming in the dark. He was not a man of the castle, not in the way the lords were, nor in...

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