The Faded River

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The Faded River

The house held its breath. It was a Victorian monstrosity, all jagged eaves and rotting timber, perched on the edge of a cliff where the wind never stopped screaming. Elias Thorne sat in the center of the parlor, surrounded by the debris of his life. He was a merchant of small things, a man who traded in silence and dust. But here, in this hollowed-out cathedral of grief, he was only a keeper...

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