The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey that blurred the edges of the capital’s grandest square. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the marble promenade, his back to the churning crowd, watching the umbrellas bloom and vanish like dark, fragile flowers in a stagnant pond. He was a man composed of straight lines and quiet exhaustion, his uniform...

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