The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mud was deep, sucking at Thomas Ashworth’s boots with a wet, tearing sound that matched the rhythm of his own ragged breathing. He stood in the center of the millrace, the water black and still around his calves, while the heavy iron gate of the dam loomed behind him, splintered and gaping. Rain fell in sheets, cold and indifferent, washing the blood from his brow. He was not a man who...

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