The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windowpanes of the guardhouse, blurring the world into a smear of slate and mud. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old tobacco, a scent that had settled into the very plaster of the walls until one could taste the decay on the tongue. Elias stood by the fire, his hands clasped behind his...

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