The Faded River
The frost had not merely settled upon the town of Oakhaven; it had calcified into a hard, unyielding crust that trapped the breath of every living soul within its walls, and Elias Thorne stood before the heavy oak doors of the Guild Hall with his hands stained so deep with indigo that the whorls of his fingerprints had become invisible, a map of his labor rendered in the color of a bruised...
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