The Faded River

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The Faded River

The bell tolled. It was not a sound of welcome. It was a crack in the air. Thomas stood in the square. He held the ledger. The paper was damp. The ink had bled. He looked at the names. They were gone. He was the Inquisitor. That was his title. It sat on his tongue like a stone. He had worn it for forty years. He had traced the lines of faith. He had drawn the borders. He had kept the town...

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