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 soil around the Whitmore estate into a thick, sucking mud that held the footprints of ghosts and men alike. Inside the stone house, the air was still and cold, smelling of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of old iron. Elias Whitmore sat alone in the library, his back rigid against the velvet chair, his...

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