The Faded River
The frost bites at your fingers as you grip the hilt of your sword, the metal cold and indifferent against the wet wool of your tunic. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a border warden in the mist-choked valley of Oakhaven, and you want to secure the annual grain shipment before the winter freeze kills the valley. The opposing force is the rigid, bureaucratic mandate of the High Council, which...
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