The Faded River
The mist clung to the valley floor like a shroud, thick and cold, swallowing the road that led to the Abbey of St. Jude. Sir Aldric rode alone, his armor dull under the grey light, the weight of three years pressing against his chest with a force that made his breath shallow. He had come for Elara. He had come to take her back from the Abbot, the man who had once sworn oaths to the Crown and...
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