The Faded River

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The Faded River

The morning light in the Whitmore estate did not so much enter the room as it seeped, a slow and viscous intrusion that turned the dust motes into suspended galaxies of gold. Elara sat at the edge of the four-poster bed, her feet dangling just above the cold floorboards, watching the beam of sunlight stretch across the Persian rug like a bridge to a shore she could not reach. She was twelve...

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