The Faded River

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The Faded River

The fog in the city did not lift. It settled. It pressed against the glass of the upper floors like a living thing, grey and cold and absolute. Elias Thorne stood at the window. He watched the street below. The gas lamps flickered. They buzzed with a low, electric hum. The year was 1893. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. Elias was a man of the law. He was the Magistrate of the North...

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