The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into a slick, treacherous mirror. It was in this damp, clinging silence that Elara Vane stood at the threshold of the Great Hall, her hand resting on the cold iron of the doorframe, feeling the vibration of the building’s deep, ancient stones travel up through her bones. She...

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