The Faded River

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2026-08-19 19:00:15 -

The Faded River

The rain against the leaded glass of the high window was not a sound but a presence, a wet, persistent hand pressing against the cold surface, reminding you that the world outside the stone walls of the keep was still there, still moving, still indifferent to the rigid geometry of your duty, and you stood there, your hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword that had not seen blood in a decade,...

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