The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mist clung to the valley floor like a wet wool blanket, heavy and suffocating, swallowing the lower branches of the oaks until the forest seemed to end in a gray void. Elias Thorne walked with his boots sinking into the mud, each step a deliberate labor of will against the damp earth. He was a man carved from the same stone as the cliffs above, his face a map of old scars and newer lines,...

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