The Golden Farce
The rain does not wash the blood. It only dilutes it. You are old. Your knees knock like dry wood. You are the Warden of the Gray Watch. The watch is over. The gate is open. The mist swallows the castle. It eats the stone. It eats the memory. You stand alone in the courtyard. The mud is deep. It sucks at your boots. You are heavy. You are slow. Time is a blade. It has cut you thin. You are a...
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