The Faded River

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The Faded River

The cart wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a sound like old bones cracking in the cold. Elias Vance did not look up from the map he held in his gloved hands. The parchment was stained with the dampness of the city, the ink of the ley lines bleeding into the wet fiber like a wound that would not stop weeping. He was the Senior Inquisitor of the City Watch, a title that had once carried...

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