The Faded River

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The Faded River

The banquet hall smells of wax and stale wine, the air thick with the humidity of too many bodies pressed together in the gloom. You sit at the long oak table, your hands folded, the leather of your gloves worn thin at the knuckles, a map of white scars beneath the dark surface. The candles flicker, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to writhe like living things against the stone walls....

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