The Faded River

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The Faded River

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. It was a smell that clung to the throat, thick and sweet, masking the damp chill that seeped through the floorboards of the Old Town Hall. Elias Thorne sat at the end of the long oak table, his elbows resting on the polished wood. He watched the steam rise from the gravy boat. It curled upward, thin and gray, before dissolving into the...

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