The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron, as if the sky itself had forgotten how to let go. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the mud that had long since ceased to be earth and become something thicker, more viscous, a substance that seemed to pull at his ankles with a quiet,...

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