The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain in the industrial quarter did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the soot-coated brick of the Foundry into a black mirror that reflected only the grey, weeping sky. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the gate, his uniform pressed tight against his chest, the wool heavy with damp that clung to him like a second skin, a cold, wet shroud that seemed to...

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