The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink is bleeding, Mr. Thorne, and it is not my hand that has done this." Elias Thorne did not look up from the ledger on his desk. The room was suffocatingly warm, the air thick with the metallic tang of the new solvent they had been forced to adopt for the night shifts. He turned a page, the paper sounding brittle, like dry leaves underfoot. "It is your signature, Clara. It is your name,...

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