The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended mist that smelled of wet wool and old iron, clinging to the woolen cloak of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he trudged up the muddy track toward the village of Oakhaven, a place that existed on no modern map and seemed to have been forgotten by the very sun that burned the rest of the world. He had been ordered to collect the...

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