The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the mill town into a slick, treacherous mirror, reflecting the soot-stained facades of the textile factories that lined the riverbank. Elias Thorne sat in his office, a room that smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco, listening to the rhythmic clatter of the looms downstairs, a sound that had...

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