The Faded River

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The Faded River

The frost was thick on the cobblestones of Oakhaven. It bit into the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood before the Guild Hall, his breath a white ghost in the dark. The air smelled of woodsmoke and old iron. It smelled of fear. Elias was a scholar of the soil. He knew the language of the roots. He knew how the earth spoke to the rain. But the Guild did not know this. The Guild knew only...

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