The Faded Portrait

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The iron bit chafed against my tongue, a cold and metallic taste that mirrored the steel of my breastplate, as we drove the chariot through the mud of the valley where the mist lay thick as wool on the ground. I was the Captain of the Royal Watch, a title that felt less like an honor and more like a heavy coat soaked in river water, dragging at my shoulders with every step of the horses. Behind...

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