The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

I woke in the damp cold of the stone cellar. The air tasted of iron and old rain. I could not remember falling. I could only remember the weight of the sword at my hip. It was not there. I reached for it. My hand found only rough-hewn rock. The silence was heavy. It pressed against my eardrums. A torch flickered in the corner. The light was yellow. It was sickly. I squinted. Shadows danced on...

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