The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had been falling for three days, a ceaseless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and softened the sharpness of the old manor into a smudge of wet stone and moss. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair by the cold hearth, his hands resting on his knees, fingers pale and still. He was a clerk in the estate’s ledger room, a man of precise calculations and quiet habits,...

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