The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones slick and dark, reflecting the iron lanterns of the Hall of St. Jude. Thomas Whitmore walked with a heavy step, his boots striking the wet stone in a rhythm that felt less like walking and more like a funeral march. He was a man of the King’s Guard, a title that had once carried the weight of honor and now carried only the chill of suspicion. On...

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