The Faded River

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The Faded River

The iron key bit into the lock with a shriek that seemed to scrape the stone itself, and you flinched, your back slamming against the damp wall of your cell. You are Elias, forty-two years old, a clerk whose hands shake not from cold but from the frantic, desperate need to finish the forgery before the light dies. The parchment in your lap is the only thing that matters; it is a decree of...

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