The Faded River

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The Faded River

The summons came at the third bell, a sharp knock against the oak door that shattered the silence of the workshop. "Elias," the guard barked, his voice rough with the dust of the corridor. "The King requires your presence. Now." I set down my shears, the metal clicking against the cutting mat, and looked at the half-finished cloak draped over the mannequin. It was midnight. The deadline was...

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