The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain fell in sheets, cold and biting, turning the cobblestones of the city into a slick, black mirror. It was the year of the long winter, when the mist clung to the gargoyles and the streetlamps sputtered like dying hearts. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the bridge, his boots sinking into the sludge. He was not fighting a man. He was fighting the air. The enemy was invisible, a swarm of...

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