The Faded River

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The Faded River

The black stone sat in my palm, heavier than it looked, a slab of obsidian so dark it seemed to drink the lamplight from the command tent. I was forty years old, the garrison commander of Fort Ashworth, and I had exactly three days to secure the annual grain quota before the winter freeze locked the roads and the men began to starve. The system, that vast and indifferent machine of the High...

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