The Faded River

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The Faded River

The door closed behind him with a finality that felt like a funeral bell. Elias stood in the courtyard, the cold air biting at his face. He held the bottle of tincture in his left hand. It was heavy. The liquid inside was amber, thick, and still. He looked at the house. It was old. Stone walls. High windows. A place of silence and dust. He had been summoned. He was the inquisitor. The judge....

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