The Faded River
You walk. The path is not a road, but a scar in the earth, a pale vein of packed mud that winds through the misty highlands of a kingdom that time has forgotten. You are a man of the Crown’s Guard, though the title feels heavy on your shoulders, like a stone worn smooth by the river. Your armor is dented, the steel dark with old rust and newer blood, and your hands, wrapped in leather that has...
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