The Faded Ruin
The notice was pinned to the threshing floor door, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and rain. It read: By Order of the Crown, the Toll on the Bridge is hereby doubled. Payment due before the frost. Default is treason. I looked at the paper, then at my hands. They were stained with thatch and blood. My name is Cormac Prendergast. I am thirty-two. I am a Royal Guard, though I spend more time...
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