The Faded River

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The Faded River

"You have the look of a ghost," Clara said. Her voice was thin, stripped of warmth by the draft leaking through the window frames of the Victorian manor. She did not look up from her needlework. The thread was red, stark against the pale wool, a vein of blood in the fabric. Margaret stood by the mirror. It was an antique thing, tall and framed in tarnished silver, its glass dark with age. She...

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