The Faded River

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The Faded River

The hall smelled of roasting pork and old stone. I watched the steam rise from the tureen. It curled like a ghost. My wife, Elara, sat beside me. She wore white silk. It was too thin for the cold air. Her eyes were bright. Too bright. I felt a knot in my throat. I pulled at my collar. The wool scratched. It hurt. Good. Pain is real. I was a captain. I had stars on my shoulders. But they felt...

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