The Faded River
The chandeliers in the grand hall of the Millbrook Water Authority headquarters cast a honeyed, sticky light over the assembled crowd, illuminating the silk ties and the polished leather of the town’s most influential men and women. Elias Thorne stood near the edge of the dance floor, his fingers white-knuckled around the small, velvet-lined case in his hand, which contained the last...
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