The Faded River

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The Faded River

The courtyard of the Silver Gate fortress was a square of grey stone, unyielding and cold, and in its center, Sir Kaelen gripped his sword until the leather wrapped around his fingers creaked. He was forty years old, a number that felt less like a milestone and more like a sentence, and his hands trembled not from the chill of the early autumn morning but from the violent spasm that had seized...

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