The Faded River
The iron blade of the great sword, which you have carried since the day the fever took your brother, hums against your hip with a vibration that feels less like metal and more like the low, mournful groan of the earth itself as it cracks open under the weight of a coming winter. You stand at the edge of the Whispering Vale, a place that exists in the folds of a world you do not recognize, where...
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