The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain fell on the cobblestones of the old market square. It was a cold, gray rain. It smelled of wet stone and old iron. Elias walked through it. He carried a heavy leather satchel. Inside was his life. Or at least, the part of his life that fit in a bag. His tools were wrapped in oilcloth. They clicked softly against each other. He was a glassmaker. He made vases for the wealthy. He made...

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