The Faded River

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The Faded River

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s tongue as he lay awake in the narrow cot of his boarding house in Whitechapel. He was not sleeping, but neither was he fully waking; he existed in a viscous liminal space where the gaslight from the street outside seemed to bleed through the walls, illuminating the dust motes dancing in...

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