The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fire took the Third Hall at dawn, and with it, the last dignity of my father. I stood in the ash, forty-two years old and hollowed out by grief, watching the King’s Guard drag the scorched remnants of the royal archives into the mud. They did not look for the sash. They did not need to. The High Steward had already signed the writ of loss, a bureaucratic finality that smelled of ink and...

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