The Faded River
The frost bit into the iron of your gauntlets as you crested the hill, the wind tearing the breath from your lungs in sharp, silent raggeds. You were a captain of the King’s guard, a man carved from granite and duty, yet your hands trembled. They had always trembled since the night your brother, Thomas, had vanished into the mist. The village below lay huddled in shadow, a collection of...
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