The Faded River
The rain had not stopped for three days, a cold, persistent weeping against the high windows of the Royal Archive. I sat in my office, the smell of damp paper and old dust thick in my throat, and waited for the summons that would end my life. I was Elias, forty-two, the Keeper of Records, a man who had spent two decades cataloging the bones of the kingdom’s past. My wife, Mara, had been dead...
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