The Faded Photograph

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The rain in Ashford did not wash things clean. It only made the mud slicker, the cobblestones treacherous, and the smell of wet wool and old iron thicker in the air. You knew this because you had lived here for thirty years, first as a boy learning the weight of a sword, and now as a Sergeant in the City Watch, carrying a heavy iron mace and a heavier guilt. The city was a beast of stone and...

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