The Faded River

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The Faded River

The needle pierced the skin of the leather binding with a sharp, percussive thud, a sound that echoed in the vaulted silence of the archive room, distinct against the dry rasp of turning pages. Margaret Holloway did not look up. Her fingers, stained with the iron-gall ink that had seeped through decades of neglect, worked the needle with the mechanical precision of a surgeon, pulling the thread...

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