The Faded River

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The Faded River

Elias, the clerk called out from the gatehouse, a voice thin and brittle as the frost on the cobblestones, and the name hung in the cold air, separating the man from the crowd, isolating him in his grey coat. He stood before the departure point, watching his younger brother Julian adjust the strap of his pack, the leather creaking with a sound like dry bone. Julian was twenty-four,...

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