The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The feast is a lie of smoke and shadow. You sit at the edge of the long table in the great hall of the Keep, the wood rough under your elbows. The air is thick with the smell of roasting pork and stale beer. Men laugh. They raise cups to you. You do not raise yours. You watch the fire. It eats the dark. It eats the wood. It eats the truth. You are a soldier. Your name is Marcus. You wear the...

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