The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain hammered against the window of the small, drafty flat. It was a cold, industrial rain, the kind that smelled of wet coal and rust. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of boiling water and dried herbs. Elias stood by the stove. He was a large man, broad-shouldered, with hands that had seen enough violence to know the exact weight of a fist. He wore a plain grey coat. It hung on him...

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