The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain had been falling for three days, turning the mud outside the Bureau into a thick, sucking paste that held the boots of anyone who stepped into it. Elias Thorne stood in the corner of the Commissioner’s office, the damp logbook in his hand feeling heavier with every minute that passed. The room smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco, the air cold enough to make his breath visible in the...

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