The Faded River

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The Faded River

The harvest moon hung low and swollen over the marshlands, a pale eye staring down at the gathering of souls in the great barn of the Holloway estate. The air was thick with the scent of damp wool, burning tallow, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Margaret stood near the heavy oak doors, her hands wrapped around a clay mug that had gone cold in her grip. She was the daughter of the manor,...

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