The Faded River

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The Faded River

You stand before the Duke, your spine rigid against the damp chill of the throne room. The air here is thick, not with heat, but with the low, humming vibration of the stones. “I have read your treatise,” the Duke says. His voice is dry, like parchment scraping across a table. “It is clever. It is also useless.” You adjust the silver clasp at your throat. It is a simple thing, a geometric knot...

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