The Faded River

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The Faded River

The glass was cold against his palm. Silas Vane held it up to the grey light of the workshop, turning it slowly. It was a brooch, small and intricate, wrought in the shape of a dying star. The metal was tarnished silver, the stones dull and clouded. He had been polishing it for three days. His knuckles were raw. The shop was silent, save for the tick of the clock and the distant, rhythmic thud...

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