The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mud on your boots is not just dirt; it is the compressed memory of a hundred winters, a black paste that clings to the leather like a secret you cannot shake. You stand at the threshold of the Holloway estate, the air thick with the scent of coal smoke and wet wool, and you feel the weight of your rifle against your shoulder, a familiar anchor in the churning sea of your duty. The house...

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