The Faded Apartment
Act I Loyalty is a currency that devalues the moment you try to spend it. I packed my armor in the dark, the leather creaking like a dying man’s breath, while the rain hammered against the windowpane of my small room, a sound so relentless it felt like the world was trying to drown out my own heartbeat. I was thirty-four, a squire to Lord Vane, and I had spent a decade polishing the same bronze...
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