The Faded River

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The Faded River

The train had already left the station before you realized you were holding the lantern. It was a heavy thing, brass and stained glass, smelling of tallow and old iron, a weight that pulled at your wrist with the gravity of a secret. Around you, the platform was a blur of steam and shouting, a chaotic tapestry of wool coats and leather cases, but your eyes were fixed on the river beyond the...

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