The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink on the letter was not black, but a deep, bruised purple that seemed to pulse against the cream-colored paper as Julian Ashworth held it up to the gray light of the window. He stood in the center of the drawing room, a space that had become a mausoleum of his own making since the war, where the dust motes dancing in the shafts of afternoon sun were the only living things that moved with...

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