The Faded River

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The Faded River

The wool coat hung on the hook by the door, its velvet nap crushed and pale, a thing that had once been the color of deep wine and was now the color of old blood dried under a grey sky. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the village of Oakhaven. He was a tailor, a man who had spent forty years...

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