The Faded River

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The Faded River

The station clock in Ashford ticked with a heavy, metronomic precision that seemed to mock the frantic shuffling of feet on the platform. Elias stood by the yellow line, his fingers white-knuckled around the strap of a leather satchel that smelled of old tobacco and damp wool. He was twelve, though in the eyes of the men in their tailored grey suits, he was merely a smudge, a piece of luggage...

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