The Faded River

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The Faded River

The parchment lay flat on the desk, its surface already darkening as you watched, a stain spreading like a bruise under skin. You held the quill, the nib trembling slightly, not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the air in the room, which tasted of iron and old blood. This was the King’s decree, the final order before the silence took him, and your job was simple: to copy the words from...

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