The Faded River

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The Faded River

The heavy brocade of my cloak, dyed the deep, bruised purple of a twilight sky, weighed upon my shoulders like a shroud I had not yet earned, its gold threadwork catching the dim, flickering light of the candle that burned low in the iron sconce of the antechamber where I stood, waiting for the King to summon me, or perhaps, to cast me out, for I had come to him not as a subject seeking favor...

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