The Faded Apartment
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud of the valley into a thick, sucking paste that held the boots of the men of the Watch as if the earth itself were trying to swallow them. Elias stood alone at the edge of the treeline, his back to the safety of the stone keep, watching the mist curl around the roots of the ancient oaks. He was not a man given to words, nor to the easy...
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