The Faded River

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The Faded River

The air in the mill was thick with dust and the sharp, metallic tang of old machinery. It smelled of iron and damp wool. Silas Vance stood at the head of the long table. He was a small man, bent by years of leaning over vats of yeast and grain. His hands were stained brown, the color of soil and spent tea. Around him sat the men of Oakhaven. They did not look at him. They looked at the floor....

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