The Faded Road
The mud was thick and black. It sucked at my boots with a sound like a dying man’s breath. I pulled my sword, the iron heavy in my hand, and swung it at the shadow that had no face. It parted. It reformed. I swung again. The blade rang out, a clear, cold note in the silence of the forest. My arm burned. My lungs burned. But the shadow did not bleed. It did not fall. It simply waited for me to...
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