The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the dirt road into a slurry of brown mud that sucked at the boots of those who walked it. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of a moss-covered stone, his back against the cold bark of an oak tree, watching the water drip from the leaves in a relentless, rhythmic tick. He was an old man now, his face a map of deep creases, his hands rough and shaking....

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