The Faded River

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2026-08-19 09:47:33 -

The Faded River

The rain tapped against the window of the municipal office like a thousand small, impatient fingers. It was a persistent, gray drizzle that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, black mirror. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and stale coffee. Thomas Bradshaw sat at his desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of elbows and ink stains. He was a man of modest stature and even more...

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