The Faded River
The ledger lay open on the table, its pages a stark, accusatory white against the dark wood, and Elias Thorne stared at the blankness of the paper as if it were a wound that had not yet decided whether to bleed. He had been awake for three days, the hunger in his stomach a dull, grinding ache that had long since replaced the sharp pangs of starvation with a hollow, leaden weight that pulled at...
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