The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mist rolled off the black water of the Oren Valley, thick as wool, swallowing the stone walls of the border post. I stood at the gate, my hand on the hilt of my sword, watching the last of the garrison pack their horses. Margaret had been gone three years, but the silence she left behind was louder than any shout. I had twenty years of service to my name and a pension that would keep my...

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