The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the muddy road and the pines, a wet, suffocating blanket that smelled of rotting leaves and cold iron. I stood in the center of the long, drafty hall of the manor house, my hands clasped behind my back, the leather of my gloves creaking softly in the silence, while the house itself seemed to...

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