The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rust was in the creases of my knuckles, a permanent, bloody map of the last three days’ labor, and I could not scrub it away with lye or salt or the cold water from the mill race that ran black and silent behind the workshop. I am Elias Thorne, a tanner of forty-two years, and I have spent half my life making leather from the hides of oxen that died in the fields beyond Oakhaven, but now my...

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