The Faded River

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The Faded River

The house was breathing, or so it seemed to Elias Thorne as he stood in the hallway, listening to the creak of the floorboards settle into the silence of the afternoon. It was a large, imposing structure of limestone and slate, perched on the edge of a cliff that dropped away into the gray, churning sea, and for thirty years it had been the anchor of his life, the center of a universe he had...

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