The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that turned the cobblestones of the old market square into mirrors of mud and memory. In the center of this damp, breathing world stood Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were stained not with ink or blood, but with the indelible soot of charcoal and the dust of parchment. He was a scribe, a keeper of words in a time when words...

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