The Faded River

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The Faded River

The morning light did not break into the hall so much as it leaked, a slow, viscous bleed of grey and gold through the high, arched windows, settling upon the dust motes that danced in the stillness like the last embers of a fire long extinguished, while Colonel Arthur Thorne stood at the center of the polished marble floor, his uniform immaculate yet somehow ill-fitting, as if the fabric were...

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