The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a permanent, wet ceiling over the keep of Alderford. It drummed against the slate roof with a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like a heartbeat. Thomas stood by the arrow slit, his hand resting on the cold iron of the doorframe. The stone was damp. It wept. He had been here for three days. Three days since the order came from the High...

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