The Faded River

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The Faded River

The iron was cold. I held it in my palm, the metal biting into the flesh, a dull ache that spread through the bone. Outside, the rain lashed the stone walls of the keep. It was a sound like static, a constant, erasing hiss. I had been the Shield of the North for thirty years. My name was Edward Ashworth. I had forgotten how to speak. I had forgotten how to feel. I remembered only the weight of...

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