The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink did not dry; it merely waited, suspended in the air like a breath held too long, a dark, viscous promise that the parchment could not keep. In the high, vaulted chambers of the Imperial Chancellery, where the stone walls wept with the dampness of centuries and the air smelled of cedar shavings and the metallic tang of fear, Silas Thorne sat at the center of the table, his hands resting...

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