The Faded River
The white silk shuddered beneath my hands, a pale and trembling thing that had already begun to drink the darkness I could no longer contain. I am Silas, and for forty-two years I have served as the master dyer in the court of Aethelgard, a position that was meant to be my final step toward the freedom I had worked so desperately to secure, yet which now felt less like a promotion and more like...
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