The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink was already moving before I touched the pen. It pooled on the parchment, black and viscous, swirling into shapes that looked terribly like the faces of the men who had let us starve. I held my breath, my remaining right hand trembling over the nib. The Whispering Rot did not care for my fear. It cared only for the truth. I looked at the Abbot. His eyes were closed, his breath a shallow...

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