The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

I stood in the hall. The air was cold. It smelled of damp wool. And old wood. I held the sword. It was heavy. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. I was a guard. I served the House of Ashworth. For twenty years. I had killed men. I had broken bones. I had done what was asked. I thought I was strong. I was wrong. The house was silent. No servants. No guests. Just the wind. It howled...

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