The Faded River

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The Faded River

The lantern flickered. It was a bad light. The glass was cracked, the wick soaked in oil that smelled of rot and iron. Silas held it up. The flame danced, erratic, hungry. It did not obey the wind. It obeyed something else. "You see it?" The voice came from the dark. It was not a question. It was a test. Silas did not answer. He tightened his grip on the handle. The wood was warm. Too warm. It...

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