The Faded River

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The Faded River

"You look thin, Thomas." The voice was low, raspy, like gravel shifting under a boot. It came from the shadows of the doorway. Thomas did not turn. He kept his eyes on the fire. The flames licked at the damp wood, spitting sparks into the dark. He felt the weight of the gaze on his back. It was a physical thing, a heavy hand resting on his shoulder. He knew who it was. He had known for weeks,...

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