The Faded River

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The Faded River

The fog did not roll in; it waited. It pressed against the windowpanes of the cottage like a living thing, thick and gray, vibrating with a low frequency that made Elias’s teeth ache. He stood in the center of the room, his rifle across his knees, the wood cold and solid against his palm. Thirty-two years old, a sergeant in the local constabulary, he had spent a decade keeping order in...

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