The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight across the face of the world, turning the muddy tracks of the Blackwood Valley into a slick, treacherous mirror. I stood at the edge of the property line, where the wild heather met the manicured, dead grass of the estate, my boots sinking into the cold earth. My name is Elias Thorne, though the men in the suit who had come to...

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