The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the highland moors and seeped into the very marrow of the stone walls of the ancestral estate, where the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, decaying leaves, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to have been baked into the foundation stones by generations of silent, watchful ghosts. Thomas...

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