The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mud on the road was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing, a dark, oily mirror that reflected the bruised purple of the dying sky and the jagged, iron-grey teeth of the fortress walls ahead. I walked with my boots caked in that filth, my legs heavy as lead pipes, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts that tasted of copper and old rain. There was no one behind me. There was no...

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