The Faded River

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The Faded River

The hall was vast. It breathed. Dust motes danced in the shafts of amber light that pierced the high, stained glass windows. They fell like slow, golden rain. The air tasted of wax and old paper. And of iron. Edward stood at the center of the room. He wore a coat of heavy wool. It smelled of damp wool. He was a scholar. He had studied the architecture of the mind. He had mapped the labyrinth....

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