The Faded Chronicle
The rain had been falling for three days before I left the courtyard of the Blackstone Keep, and by the time I reached the gate, the mud had turned to a thick, sucking slurry that seemed determined to keep me tethered to the earth, to the stone, to the place where I had spent the better part of my youth learning the geometry of silence. I looked back once, just once, at the high windows of the...
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