The Faded River

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The Faded River

The silence in the Great Hall of the Iron Citadel was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, suffocating presence, a thick fog that settled into the lungs and refused to be exhaled. You stood before the High Warden, a man whose face had been worn smooth by decades of rigid adherence to the Codex, his eyes the color of tarnished silver, fixed on you with an intensity that felt less like sight and...

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