The Faded River

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The Faded River

The chisel snaps in your hand, the splinter of oak whistling past your ear to embed itself in the rough-hewn timber of the wall, and you stand there, breathless, the jagged end of the handle still warm against your palm, while the silence in the workshop grows heavy and thick as wet wool. "You are bleeding," says old Elias, not looking up from his own work, his voice a dry rasp that seems to...

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