The Faded River

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The Faded River

Elias Thorne, the King bellowed, the sound cracking like dry ice in the high vaults of the banquet hall. The noise stopped. The clinking of silverware ceased. The low murmur of three hundred courtiers died in their throats, replaced by a silence so heavy it pressed against my eardrums, a physical weight that made my failing lungs ache. I stood there, a smudge of ink on my sleeve, holding a cup...

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