The Faded River

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The Faded River

The candle wax was dripping onto the white linen of Magistrate Vane’s table, a slow, amber weeping that matched the color of the whiskey in my glass, and I watched a drop fall onto the tablecloth like a small, solid tear before I lifted the crystal to my lips. The room was thick with the smell of roasted duck and expensive perfume, a heavy, cloying atmosphere that pressed against the windows...

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