The Faded River

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The Faded River

The forge in the cellar was cold. It had been cold for three days, since the last of the coals turned to ash. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands resting on the iron anvil. The metal was dull. It did not sing under his hammer. It had not sung for a long time. He was a smith. Or he had been. Now he was only a man with calloused hands and a reputation that bled out into the streets of...

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