The Faded River

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The Faded River

The stone house did not breathe. It stood at the end of the gravel drive, a block of gray slate and iron, indifferent to the rain that slicked the lane. Elara Vance stood on the porch, her fingers white-knuckled around the doorframe. Inside, the air was cold. It smelled of damp wool and old paper. She had come to retrieve her inheritance. Or rather, the remnants of it. The letters had been...

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