The Faded River

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The Faded River

The silence in the house was not empty; it was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums of anyone who dared to linger within its walls. Elias Thorne, a man whose uniform had hung in the back of the wardrobe for three years now, sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting flat on the polished surface as if he were trying to feel the pulse of the wood beneath. He...

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