The Faded River

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The Faded River

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it sat, thick and grey, like a wet wool blanket over the industrial town. It was October, 1912, and the air tasted of coal smoke and the damp, metallic scent of the river. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a constable with twelve years of service and a pair of lungs that felt like they were filled with wet sand. I wanted two things: my pension, which...

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