The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain fell inside the Hall of Echoes, a perpetual, silver mist that soaked the stone floors and the velvet drapes, yet never touched the Queen. She sat upon the high throne, her face a mask of porcelain calm, and around her waist was wound a sash of iridescent silk that remained stubbornly, impossibly dry. Chancellor Aldric stood before her, his knees trembling not from fear of the court,...

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