The Faded River

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The Faded River

The jar sat on the windowsill of the watchtower, catching the pale, slanting light of the afternoon in a way that seemed almost deliberate, as if the sun itself sought to illuminate the thick, amber liquid within. It was a small glass vessel, stoppered with wax, and it held the only thing in the keep of St. Jude’s that Edward Ashworth trusted more than his own breath. The air in the tower was...

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