The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream began not with the arrival of light, but with the sensation of weight, a heavy, wet cloak of wool that clung to the shoulders of Elias Thorne as he woke in the damp, stone-choked cellar of the manor that had once belonged to his grandfather, a place that smelled of rotting oak and the metallic tang of old blood, a smell that had seeped into the very mortar and plaster over three...

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