The Faded River

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The Faded River

The blood was warm. It ran down Marcus’s wrist, slick and red against the grey concrete. He did not flinch. He did not breathe. The man on the floor was still. His name was Silas Vane. He was a magistrate. He was rich. He was dead. Marcus stood in the hallway. The light was fluorescent. It buzzed. It was harsh. It made the shadows sharp. Marcus looked at his hands. They were steady. He was a...

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