The Faded River

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The Faded River

The heavy iron key sat in my palm, cold and rough against the skin, its teeth worn smooth by decades of turning locks in the King’s private archives. I was twelve years old, and my hands were shaking so badly I nearly dropped it into the dust of the corridor, a fine grey powder that coated the floor like ash from a long-dead fire. I wanted to solve the Riddle of the Gate before the autumn...

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