The Faded River
The blade is wet. Not with rain, but with the dark, viscous fluid that seeps from the cracks in the obsidian floor of the throne room. You press your thumb against the hilt, feeling the cold metal bite into your skin. This is the first rule of the night shift: do not let the cold get into your bones. If you do, the river will hear your heartbeat, and the river is always listening. You are...
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