The Faded River

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The Faded River

The smell of boiled wool and antiseptic hung heavy in the air of the St. Jude’s Sanitarium, a thick, cloying mist that seemed to settle into the pores of the skin and refuse to leave. Elias Vane stood before the long, steel-topped table, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, exhausting weight of his own silence. He was a man who had learned to speak in the negative, to define...

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